Personal Narrative: I Am An Immigrant

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I come from rosaries and hand made tortillas. Waking up every day in the summer to the smell of roasted crushed peppers on the molcajete filling the air and roosters screeching is what has influenced me to take such pride in where I come from. Spending each and every one of my summers since the age of five in Mexico, learning and getting in touch with my roots. Learning and experiencing what it was like for my parents, my grandparents, and ancestors has helped me appreciate where I come from a lot more. When surrounded by family and having such strong faith in God, there is always someone there to help you and guide you. I am a young Mexican-American woman that has to deal with the stereotypes and generalizations that people immediately have when they hear my last name, Guerrero. Assuming that due to my last name, I don’t speak the language, I am here illegally, and have no right to be in this country. This is one of the main issues that not only I have to deal with, but the…show more content…
When asked where am I from, they immediately assume that the first words to come out of my mouth will be, “Sorry, I no espeak English.”. Due to my not so light complexion and long brown hair, people think that the only thing I know how to do is flip tortillas and pray the rosary. But when I do reply to their question, I simply reply by saying I am Mexican, but born here in America. With Spanish being my first language and always being called by “Mija…” and being scolded with “Cabrona…”, I have learned many valuable lessons. Since my parents were both born in Mexico and moved here at the legal age of eighteen to experience a better life in the so called “Land of the Opportunity”. They always tell my brother and I that they have always been seen as minorities everywhere they go, except at home. Home is where ever the family is, and family is all we need to feel loved and accepted. I hope to make parents proud and show them that all of their hard work and sacrifice has paid

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