Personal Narrative: Where Are You From?

Where are you from? People ask me all the time. My accent is not the best one and my manners are not completely American. I don’t wish them to be. I still remember how beautiful my home country, Cuba, was and how I said goodbye to my family so I could have a better future in the US, which was not guaranteed in any way. My grandmother was a very important figure in my childhood as she was always teaching me about the importance of learning and education. She was also the one that give me my first book. It was called the Principito, which were moral stories for children. I learned the value of reading when she give me that amazing book. The first day I attended school in the US I was panicking inside as I didn’t know the language and didn’t have any friends. When the teacher introduced me to the class, I almost cried. Now that I think about it, I don’t know why. I said “Hi” to some people, but that was all the conversation I could have. At lunch time I opened my lunchbox, which contained rice, black beans, and chicken, I looked around and noticed that everyone was eating …show more content…
This argument didn’t happen long ago, but I always felt like my uncles were trying to make me a perfect catholic, which incredibly annoyed me. My childhood was mostly about my education, especially learning how to read and write, and family routines, which were spending two to three hours sitting in the living room talking about our day and our grandparents asking “What did you learned today?”. My point is, religion was not included in my everyday life, although sometimes my mother would teach me about Saint Barbara, which is my middle name, but outside of brief that history course, they did not force me to practice religion. For this reason, my teenage years are being used to run away as fast as I can from my uncles’ traditions, which I do not care to learn