Personal Narrative: My Indian Heritage

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My father immigrated to the United States when he was ten years old. He worked hard in his childhood and strived to become the first member of his family to attend college. While I was growing up he had only two requests for me: that I only do what I truly enjoy doing and that I don’t forget my Indian heritage.
At this point in my life I am proud to say that I am fulfilling both of those requests. I am doing what I enjoy and am embracing my heritage. However, I live in New York City. I have been exposed to more cultures than I can count and while I still hold my ancestors’ culture close to my heart, I have begun to love the cultures of my neighbors. I am a Hindu who attended a Catholic primary school. I am an Indian, who has a love for Thai

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