My Family At A Long Time Ago

My parents come from a small town in Michoacán, Mexico. Growing up, my first language was Spanish. There were situations where I would be embarrassed of my parents for not knowing how to speak English. People would give mean looks and give off a rude tone because of the fact they couldn't speak English. I was a shy person, so I didn't know how to defend my parents but those experiences shaped me into the person who is not embarrassed about having Mexican parents and helps them around with their English. I am a proud and lucky to be the daughter of Mexican parents. Aside from that, I had been an only child till I was eight years old. The day my sister was born, I knew she will be my best friend forever. She is now ten years old and looks up

My family is from Mexico, a place where there is no prospect, and they have given up their most important wishes for mine. Being a Hispanic doesn’t make me feel inferior, but it makes me diligent. I have observed the way my parents worked throughout their years. The way they managed to survive and pleasure us, my brother and I, with our wants or needs. It is important to love who I am, my heritage and background, because it is not about how much money I have in my wallet but it is about the lesson or motivation I cultivated. The most amazing part about my heritage is knowing how strongly and intensely we believe in ourselves. When we set a belief, it is rare for someone to destroy the significance of it so easily. We have strong morals and that is what makes my background/heritage so important to me. We never give up.

My Hispanic heritage shaped my life because I of what my family has overcome. My grandparents from both of my parent’s sides of the family picked cotton and vegetables in the fields to help their families. I have learned from my parents and grandparents stories that it is worth working hard in school to obtain a good job in the future. Both of my parents went to college and they have been a great inspiration to me. Not all of my aunts and uncles have had good jobs. Some of them only graduated from high school. For example, my Uncle Romeo become a construction worker after he graduated from high school. It is difficult for him to buy his kids what they want and need, and even provide for himself. Although he is a diligent individual, he wishes that he could have been able to attend college and have a different career. He has used

I am Hmong and comes from a family of nine. My parents are refugees from Laos who came to the United States to escape communism after the Vietnam War. I was born in Oroville, California in the year 1994 and moved to Milwaukee, Wisconsin in 1997. My parents moved here in hope to find a good job to provide for the family as well as a better education for their children. As I got older, I realized that how important it is to help out one another. I am where I’m at because of the support I received from my family and my community. This is the reason why I tried my best to be a part of my community when I was in high school and while I am in college. In high school I took the opportunity to be involved with my school by joining school organizations.

We 're all Haitian in my family. It 's not a big family, but we 're happy when we are together. My parents are very strict, I could say that it 's in our culture, but not all Haitian parents are strict. It 's just the way Haitians are. Heritage? I don 't think I have that in my family, except soils, animals like ducks, donkey, cow, and houses my grand-grandfather left before he died, but we don 't care that much. They 're not that important because all they bring is trouble to families. Education was always priority number one for my mother, and all my life I 've been influenced by a wonderful and lovely person, who has a big role in me going to college pursuing a higher education.

I take great pride in my family’s background. My Mother, Tina Franulovich-Martin was born and raised in Anacortes. She attended elementary, middle and high school in Anacortes and is now an elementary music teacher at Fidalgo Elementary School for the past 24 years. Her Father, Paul Franulovich immigrated from Yugoslavia in the 1940’s when he was 14 years old and went straight into high school, not speaking a word of english. My Papa loved this town with all of his heart and never wanted to leave the island. My Grandmother, Bertha Franulovich was born in a small village in southeast Alaska. She is a member of the Tlingit tribe. Her family moved down to La Conner, WA after a fire broke out in their village in the 1950’s. My Dad, Steve Martin,

Generations upon generations of people have been thriving in Spanish speaking countries. Cuba is no different, through traditional clothing and special holidays they always are in tune with the past. With flamboyant traditional attire, that rivals the suns bright color and Spring flowers, coupled with fun to watch free flowing up beat music like Guaguancó or Pachanga, the Cuban culture is very exciting. In order to start to describe my family ties with Cuba, I will use an analogy: With every spin of a vibrant dress it seems as if the hands of time slowly turn back time. As the clock goes back so does my family history. In the early 1920's my great grandmother and her family made the trip from Spain to Cuba. Ever since then my family has had bearings

We 're all Haitian in my family. It 's not a big family, but we 're happy when we are together. My parents are very strict, I could say that it 's in our culture, but not all Haitian parents are strict. It 's just the way Haitians are. Heritage? I don 't think I have that in my family, except soils, animals like ducks, donkey, cow, and houses my grand-grandfather left before he died, but we don 't care that much. They 're not that important because all they bring is trouble in families. Education has been always priority number one for my mother, and all my life I 've been influenced by a wonderful and lovely person, who has a big role in my going to college pursuing a higher education.

As I have blossomed into the individual I am today I have developed a significantly different outlook from most of my peers. My mother migrated from Colombia to the United States because she wanted to create a better life for my older brother and me. Her journey inspires me and it a journey which many individuals with Latino backgrounds have to undergo to have the polity to give their children education possibilities. The sacrifice that my mother and those like her have bared have revealed to me the importance of what it means to work hard. As a family of immigrants I have developed an appreciation for those close to me. Living in the United States I see my grandparents and all of my siblings every two years, I understand what it is too mean

My natural family, which consist of my parents and two younger siblings all live in Monterrey, Mexico, yet it has not always been like that. My mother and I used to live by ourselves in the United States. She took to me to kindergarten every morning and told me to be “the best I could be”, and up until this day I still do it. Never less, at the age of six everything changed for me. I moved to a new country, enrolled in a private catholic school and started living with both of my parents and little sister. Having to adapt to a completely new environment not only helped me learn about other cultures and traditions, like the Day of the Death, but it helped me become a person open to new opportunities and change.

I owe the state that I am in now, to my ancestors who decided to migrate to the United States. Both of my parents are immigrants. My father is from Guatemala and my mother is from Nicaragua. All my life I have been closely related to my Guatemalan heritage because most of my father’s family is in Los Angeles with me. As a child I always bragged about being a Chapin, the nickname for Guatemalans. One story is always in the back of my head, the story of my mom fleeing Nicaragua.

My family, its culture, and religion have all had a major impact and have shaped me to be the person I am today. My parents and grandparents are from Guyana, South America and my great-grandparents are from India, which makes me and my siblings, first generation Americans. Having a taste of both the East and West Indian community has influenced my religion (Hinduism), my moral ethics and values, culture, traditions, and decisions. My individuality has stood out from the majority of my classmates throughout the school because I am the only person who has my background. My heritage and culture has re-enforced my ability to have different perspectives on the world. Even though, my birth and upbringing has been in the United States. Although, I have an East and West Indian descent, I have family members in many other areas of the world. I have also traveled many places across the United States and Canada. For example, driving across the country to the Mid-West as truely shown different eye opening perspectives. Even though we are in the same country, the Mid-West has a completely different culture and outlook on life. This visit helped me to

My family and I immigrated to Canada when I was seven years old. Because my parents’ degrees from China were not recognized, we constantly struggled financially. Growing up, while other kids around me enjoyed presents and holidays, I cooked and cleaned, mended clothing, and helped out at the small gift business that my father ran without pay five days a week. We could not afford to hire additional workers, so the two of us handled everything from administrative work to hard labour. I spent many holidays and weekends working on schoolwork in the small stall that we rented at a corner of the mall, one eye opened for potential customers. At school, my poor socioeconomic status made me a target for mockery and insults. I was often excluded by

I come from a big Mexican cultural family, family oriented too I must add. The bond I have with my parents, sisters and cousins my age is strong and unbreakable. I didn’t need much friends because the friendship I have with them is more than enough. I was raised in a home with two hardworking, loving and amazing parents. And because of them I am the person who I am today. Also thanks to them I have always had everything I need, I was never missing anything. Always had a roof over my head, food on my plate, clothes on my back and a bed to rest on. Seeing how hard they had to work for the things I needed made me realize that nothing in life is free and you have to work for the things you need, and work even harder for the things you want. Living in the home I was raised in taught me values. Values of honesty, love, responsibility, kindness and respect. Even though my parents are strict and tough with me at times I know it’s for the benefit of my own good and they’re just making sure I do what’s best for me, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other

I grew up in a household slightly different from the average household. This abnormal household showed me that no matter the family unit someone can have a positive influence in their life that will push them to achieve their goals. We lived in Maryland so the cost of living was high my parents had to work multiple jobs. This means my brother and I really had little to none parental or supervision growing up. I am only four years younger than my brother so I would hang with his crowd of friends rather than mine. In my household, my mother’s niece, Monet lived with us she is about ten years older than my brother. When my brother and I would wake up and I would be the only person in the house. I can remember waking up and smelling the freshly cooked waffles and bacon downstairs. Monet was my mother’s brother, daughter. Monet became so close to my brother Avery and I she was almost as if she was our sister. I can remember growing up and she would always say, “You don't have to take the route I took, its many more exits on the highway.” Even though I was young I was not blind to the fact of Monet role in the community and her neighborhood job I never judged her, she did what she had to do to make ends meet. It was an experience every day, or anytime being with Monet. She was so popular around Maryland it was almost like everywhere we went we received respect love. Now that I look back at the past, I see that Monet has taught me a lot that I know and live by today. I could