My Childhood Immigrants

My father also had close relatives in Miami and New Jersey through his maternal and paternal side. My dad's genealogy is fascinating it can be traced back to four generations where his second great grandfather from his mother’s side left his home and family in la Provincia de Lugo, Spain. Eventually, he got married at the young age of 18 had five children. Unfortunately, after the fifth child was born his wife committed suicide due to postpartum depression. My father's second great grandfather kept the eldest daughter named Mariana and gave away the other four children to their godparents. Some of the godparents had money, and some were very poor, but all the siblings split after the death of their mother. My great grandmother Maria was one

It is safe to say that the majority of my DNA passed down contains European. Particularly, the regions of Spain, Portugal, and Italy. It is overwhelming to find out information that you never thought of, or that is even possible. As a frequent traveler to the island, I noticed all the characteristics of the people there and was never able to understand why I looked and acted so different. From my perspective, the difference was because I went to America very young with only 11 months of age. I noticed that I hated the heat and that no matter how much time I am in the sun the outcome is always the same. A very bad sunburn that makes me look like a lobster. My cousins, on the other hand, are not as white in skin color they can be in the sun all day long without sunscreen and not get burn. These are some of the small differences. My father is the same in all his youth pictures he is white in color and has dirty blonde hair and light hazel eyes. When I was born, I had emerald green eyes and beach blonde hair. As the years passed my hair color got slightly darker, and my eyes changed as well. On the contrary, my sister was born with crystal blue eyes and brown hair and as she aged her eyes changed as well. My father's mother is very pale in color and is a natural born red head. Once in high school, I made the silly mistake of wanting to dye my hair blonde. To my surprise, my hair turned into a strawberry blonde color. It looked pink. My hairdresser later informed me that I had some natural red highlights that are barely even noticeable and that it was the reason why the color did not stick. I waited five years until my natural hair grew back and it's safe to say that I have never attempted to change it ever since. The more I found out about my family history, the more I understood why I have certain features and characteristics. The majority of Spaniards