Personal Narrative: El Grito

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On September 15, I went and took part in el Grito ceremony held at the Miller Outdoor Theater to celebrate the Mexican Independence Day. I did not know what was el Grito, so I went to that event with an open mind. The show came after a long speech in both Spanish and English about the Mexican community in Houston and the impact of Harvey on the community. I really enjoy the sense of community that I experienced during that event. People came as a family or with a group of friends. Even though it is not my culture, I felt accepted in this joyful event. People were proudly wearing traditional outfit and the Mexican flag was very present. It always brings up a lot of emotions for me to see a community coming together as one. You get a

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