Santo Domingo Autobiography

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I was born at nearly midnight on November 27 1988 in Santo Domingo.From birth to age eleven living in the Dominican Republic was my life. My mother was born in Santo Domingo and my father was born in Ecudore. I remember as a child traveleing back and forth to both places with my family during the summer,I thought life was perfect.It was two weeks before my tweleth birthday when I found out my family and I were moving to the states.I didn’t kno how to feel I was excited,scared and curious at the same time.Once in America as immigrants my parents immediately began to make moves and prepare for our future.My mother wanted the traditional “American lifestyle”.white fenced house,swing on the front yard tree branch,three car garage,the whole nine. My father ended up opening up a restaurant and was a contractor for a pretty sucessful company ,while my mother worked as a seemstress and caregiver. Once settled in,growing up in the States was actually okay for me and almost all fourteen of my siblings.We still celebrated New Years,Mothers Day, Christmas you name it,we went all out…show more content…
Being from a whole different pat of the world getting accustomed to the American public school system was very hard for me and my siblings,especially not knowing very much English at all.My siblings and I got weird looks and glances all the time because people were confused,they couldn’t understand how we appeared to be ‘black” on the outside but didn’t kno English and spoke pure Spanish.Growing up in the American school system helped me also realize how close minded and uneducated people were to Hispanics and many other races,I started to understand what a sterotype was fast at a young age.I also started to learn what was my “place” and where I fit in,the school kids had immediately started to categorize my siblings and I according to how we spoke which confused me,because where I was from we just got along there was no

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