Personal Narrative: The Hispanic Side Of My Family

From the day I was born, I have grown up in two opposing worlds. One world is with my father’s side of my family; the other is my mother’s Hispanic side. I have gained a multitude of different experiences from spending time with each side. Although my ethnicity may not be prominent in my daily life, I have acquired the ability to view the world from multiple perspectives because of the experiences I have faced. Growing up, all of my family members managed to keep close relationships with one another despite occasional conflicts. I have spent a great deal of time with all of my family, probably more than the average child. As a young child, my grandparents became similar to a second set of parents to me; however, I was exceptionally close to my grandmother on my

Because I was the first-born child to a young mother, my grandmother stepped in to assist in raising me. While my mom worked, I spent many days with my grandmother and her sisters because of their close bonds. I used to sit and listen as they drank their coffees and spoke their native language for hours. I used to feel left out, so I decided that I would learn Spanish and speak alongside them one day. During every family gathering, I enjoyed listening to stories of how my great-grandparents arrived to the United States. My great-grandparents had integrity and only believed in fairness, so they endured the difficult process of becoming legal citizens of the United States. Once they arrived, they and their children lived in a two bedroom house and worked strenuously as migrant workers. On one occasion, after my great-grandparents and their children collected crops for their farmer, the farmer refused to pay them what he promised. Instead of accepting the farmers unjust behavior, my great-grandfather packed up his entire family and refused to subject