Personal Narrative: My Puerto Rican Heritage

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Different people have their own ways of doing things. Culture can form our views of the world. Through culture, people evolve a sense of individualism, personal growth and how they identify with others. All cultures have a method of passing traditions down from one generation to the next. I am sure that my Puerto Rican culture heritage has been an important role in the young woman that I am today. I am the second generation to be born in the United States from my father’s side of the family. My mother was born and raised in Puerto Rico, which I feel that I have the best of both worlds. Along with my mother’s background, experiences, and knowledge instituted in me had helped my personality develop. My Puerto Rican heritage has shaped my life, with …show more content…

Also, our holiday traditions and family values make our family a very close unit. My parents and grandparents have ensured that

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