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Dinner at my house is served at 8PM. My dad is the cook in our home. As I get ready for dinner, I can hear the chatter and the laughter from the kitchen. As I come down the stairs, I can smell the rice and beans and the spicy chicken. There is so much noise in my home – the TV is on, a radio is announcing the yankee game and the dog barking. We all mix English and Spanish in our conversations, which range from the political to the personal, at times maybe too personal – nothing is sacred in my home. One moment, I am listening to my father speaking to me in Spanish – and I respond to him in English. But then my mother will speak to me in English – and I will respond to her in Spanish. We sit talking, in either English or Spanish, but always all at the same the...it's chaos! After dinner things quiet down, and it is our time to connect, to share our lives and to enjoy one another. When we say our goodnights and head off to bed, the movies or whatever, we have had our time together and we feel bonded with one another.
My father is from Puerto Rico and my mother is from Colombia. They have had many rich and wonderful experiences that they have share with me. My mother works as a physician serving an underserved population and my father is the Executive Director of an HIV/AIDS prevention services agency in the Bronx. I have learned from them very important lessons – most importantly there are those who are less fortunate and need support, and that I have many gifts to be thankful for.
I moved here when i was 8.My old home in the Bronx was a real mixing pot, everyone parents were international! But we moved to the land of bologna and white bread and I feared my spanish heritage was a big liability. What was I to do about my funny name, my accented parents with their unique ways. I was a social animal in my old land and now, suddenly I worried about making friends and being accepted. Bringing kids to my home made me feel self-conscious and uncomfortable. I was nervous that my friends would not like the spicy food, or poke fun at me because we spoke fast speed spanish or heavely accented english. I found myself suddenly resentful of the extremely outgoing nature of my family...the hugs, the kisses and the endless nicknames! What was I to do? Absolutely nothing for as a little time passed, I noticed that my friends not only didn’t have problems with my family, but they were drawn to them. Actually, they couldn’t get enough! The warm and welcoming nature of my home was something my friends craved. I had a new appreciation for the rich culture that was my home. I moved from feeling awkward to embracing and cherishing the differences.
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