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My Arranged Marriage And Tradition

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My arranged marriage to tradition
On the 24th of September, I will celebrate my 18th birthday. On the 23rd of September, I will celebrate my two month wedding anniversary. The wedding was set at the breathtaking Queens Museum, in Queens, New York. The stars of the wedding, my second cousin, Pami, and her fiancé, Ryan, eagerly welcomed my immediate family as we walked through the doors of the monumental realm of history. A sense of security and peace fell upon me as I took my place in the second row, directly behind several images of “Lolo” Hector—Pami’s father, and her mother, “Ate” Evelyn. As the ceremony began, I felt a strange sensation, as if all eyes in the room had fallen upon me. I dismissed it as paranoia, seeing as how I was positioned directly across from the center of attention. Little did I know that my paranoia was warranted, as later that evening, I would find myself on that very stage, being thrust into an arranged marriage to a long and rich family tradition. This tradition would completely alter the complex dynamic of my family, redefine the expectations and standards I am held to, and ultimately, determine my plans for the future.
For some Asian families, such as mine, traditions, culture, and ideals are absolute. Specific to my Filipino heritage stems a unique and perplexing kinship. The relationship between one another is identified through various words in Tagalog—the native language of the Philippines, rather than the kinship commonly used in the United

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