I have always felt left out in my family. I am from a Hispanic background, Puerto Rican to be exact. Both of my parents were raised in Puerto Rico and moved to Connecticut in their early years. They were immersed in the culture, they spoke Spanish, they appreciated the ethnic foods and the culture. Growing up in North Carolina, I was never granted that opportunity to be immersed in that culture. My entire family speaks both English and Spanish, excluding my cousins and I. When I took my first trip to Puerto Rico last summer I have never felt more whole in my entire life. It was like a part of me had opened and for the first time I felt like I belonged in my family. I got to visit my father’s old farm home and I got to eat to eat freshest fruit
