Personal Narrative: Where Are You From?

“Where are you from?” I have been asked this question my whole life and I never knew what to answer, I was born in Mexico but I was raised in the United States. My family and I came to the U.S. when I was about 5 years old. We’ve lived in Houston our whole lives after that, not in the best neighborhoods but that never really mattered. We were a really close family, we had close relationships with one another, we were really happy and content with our lives.
I went to kindergarten and my first day there was terrifying. The kids there were already learning addition and I had barely learned how to spell my name. I had a really tough time adapting to this new environment, a new language, new skin colors, new faces. I was really scared so I found comfort within my family, they were my strength. I didn’t care about the things that I was going through, all I wanted was to have my family there with me.
I became especially attached to my brother, my only sibling. We watched movies together, listened to the same music, he even taught me how to play soccer. He was my hero and my inspiration. I looked up to him, I wanted to become someone like him.
As I grew up dreaming of becoming like my …show more content…
He missed us so he decided to come home to us, but this wasn’t his home anymore. I was of course happy to see him, happy to have my brother back. As time went by I noticed his new personality, he was aggressive, cold hearted, numb. Mexico had changed him. I knew I had to accept this change because he wasn’t going to, I had to grow up and understand that people change and that I couldn’t let that affect me. I gave up on the idea of us becoming like we used to. I started to get better, I got rid of the depression, and I began to appreciate the people that were in my life because I knew that things could change in an instant. I was able to mature as a person and understand that some things are not worth fighting