Personal Narrative: My Life In The Dominican Republic

I AM DOMINICAN! WAIT NO I AM AMERICAN! Wait no I’m neither. How can it be that I’m neither. I was born in Dominican Republic however I have lived in America since I was two years old. On top of that I did not go back to Dominican Republic until I was thirteen. Yet for the longest time I called myself Dominican. I was five years old, the first time someone taught me the word Dominican. At that point and time all I knew was that I spoke two different languages; that not everyone spoke. At first I did not pay too much attention to the word Dominican but after learning that Dominican republic was a beautiful island I would proudly say that “I am Dominican.” Little did I know that that would all change when I went back again at the age of thirteen. When I went there I was expecting to be able to fit in easily however, I was brutally wrong. For starters, people usually had a problem understanding what I was saying. Although, I had no problem understanding them. Some parts of Dominican Republic is modernized, unfortunately, the part that I stay at was not. For example, to take a hot shower you had to wake up early since they still had not managed to obtain a proper boiler. Mind you that this is taking place during the summer the one time that you can actually sleep in so that weighed upon me heavily. Another …show more content…
I was conflicted because I was not American either I did not have the normal American culture of an American girl. I have curly hair, brown eyes, tan complexion of a latina, and sometimes I stutter with words an American has no problem saying. Yet I live a partial life of an American girl. I came to the realization that the meaning of the words American and Dominican did not suit me although, I do have characteristics of both, I am neither. I am Nathaly; a girl who came from a small island to new place that she has learned to call