Being a first generation American is truly a blessing. As a child I wanted my parents to adapt linguistically and culturally to the American culture. I was embarrassed of having parents who had an accent when they spoke. I was also embarrassed to have to translate for my parents when we went to places where the service was only available in English.They would tell me to translate but I was hesitant. I can now say that I am proud to be born in a diverse country where my identity and my background no longer bother me. The morals and life lessons that I inherited from parents complete me.
The image of myself graduating high school fascinates my parents. I know the expectation of my parents, of a good education. My parents migrated to a country with high hopes of their children pursuing the American Dream. I remember the stories mother and father would tell me when they arrived in the …show more content…
I remember my first day, my teachers were reciting the alphabet over and over again. However the words and pronunciations she spoke were Greek to me. My parents spoke their native language to me in every conversation, making sure I knew not to forget who I am and where I came from. Also, it was because it was the only language they knew how to speak. In my parents speaking Spanish is a requirement. My two nephews that live with my older sister don't speak Spanish well enough to have a conversation with. They only know it to an extent of greetings. My mother has had a hard time having a conversation with them. I believe being bilingual is a godsend. I am glad to be one of the 425 million people in the world to use the romanced language. I have had conversations with many strangers from the United States, Mexico, Paraguay, and Brazil. If I wasn’t able to speak Spanish I would feel as if I had less connection with the world around me. With the courage of my parents , I speak Spanish everyday and it is a part of my
The image of myself graduating high school fascinates my parents. I know the expectation of my parents, of a good education. My parents migrated to a country with high hopes of their children pursuing the American Dream. I remember the stories mother and father would tell me when they arrived in the …show more content…
I remember my first day, my teachers were reciting the alphabet over and over again. However the words and pronunciations she spoke were Greek to me. My parents spoke their native language to me in every conversation, making sure I knew not to forget who I am and where I came from. Also, it was because it was the only language they knew how to speak. In my parents speaking Spanish is a requirement. My two nephews that live with my older sister don't speak Spanish well enough to have a conversation with. They only know it to an extent of greetings. My mother has had a hard time having a conversation with them. I believe being bilingual is a godsend. I am glad to be one of the 425 million people in the world to use the romanced language. I have had conversations with many strangers from the United States, Mexico, Paraguay, and Brazil. If I wasn’t able to speak Spanish I would feel as if I had less connection with the world around me. With the courage of my parents , I speak Spanish everyday and it is a part of my