My Family: Born In The United States

I was borned in a small village call San Bartolome Quialana located in Southeastern Mexico. It is best known for its indigenous peoples and cultures. Here, in San Bartolome Quialana, women proudly cover their heads with multicolored chews and protect their satin dress with their gauze blouse and bib garments, each made with their own hands. The fabric is reserved for the women who also work in the fields. I mostly grew up with my mother Guadalupe,Smirna and Friedy. My brother being 14 years and my sister 12. In San Bartolome Quialana I grew up speaking an indigenous language call Zapoteco. I lived in a bigger house there but didn't have any warm water, nor a shower. Our kitchen didn't have a stove we made our own tortilla in a comal. My

My name is Destiny Sanchez, I was born in on January 8, 2002. I have a bother named Jorge he's eight years old and a sister named Isabella, she's six years old. The language we speak at home is English and Spanish, in my family In my family I communicate better with one of my grandparents better then my parents. I communicate with my grandma because we understand each other very well and we can talk about just about

I was born on Friday, January 4, 2002 to Mr. and Mrs. Reynaldo Sepulveda. The first born child of an anchor baby and an immigrant. My parents lived in Monterrey, Mexico for nine months after marriage. I was conceived there. My life would’ve been different if I was born and raised there. When I was about two, I was showing autistic symptoms. My mom was pregnant at the time and if I was diagnosed with autism, I would be sympathetic if she was raising two newborns: A week old girl and a three year old boy. By the time I was in Pre-K, the symptoms were starting to fade

Now at twenty-five, I still wonder. Who was my father’s family? From what my mother told me his father two was Spanish that owned property in Cuba. His mother was

I was born in 2000 on July 28 under the name of Rodrigo Alexander Lou Paz. My first years of life I passed them with my grandfather on behalf of my mother, he was like my nanny he gave me food, he showered, in short i made everything with him until he died of a heart disease in 2003, suddenly I stopped eating for a week due to depression. My sadness eventually passed and i started

Being born in New York, one of the busiest cities in the country, has reflected my personal life. Back in kindergarten, I struggled with writing and speaking English. As a result, I was sent to ESL (English as a Second Language). Although I was born in America, my parents, however, were born in Korea. Having a proper conversation in English was difficult for them. This is why they mostly spoke Korean to me as a child. I struggled through classes like English and ended up staying in ESL until the end of 4th grade. I had to overcome the difficulties but along the way I found some interests. New York, has some of the most known tourist attractions that every foreigner visits. Tourist attractions are mostly known for pictures to be taken of. Even

My Parents both migrated from mexico. My mom is from Morelos and my dad is from Jalisco mexcio. My brother and I were born in California. My Mom Moved to the United sates when she was about 17 years old. My dad moved to the United states when he was about 10 years old. My parent both meet here in the California and had me and my little brother.

My background began with my birth in Managua, Nicaragua and my father was born in Oaxaca, Mexico. I remember when I was younger and I thought to my self, "Why do I have a beautiful name with a unappealing last name Pablo"? And "Why do boys use the adjective 'exotic' to describe my beauty"? These questions boggled me until my late teens since my mother was unable to clarify to me my father's background. They divorced when I was 5 years old and the only origin fact she had about my father was that he and his family were Oaxacan Indians. On account of the lack of relationship my siblings and I have with our father, we grew up in the shadows of not knowing our Mexican heritage. Thereupon, I was determine to learn about my heritage through an education

Religion is one's rationalization of the world in which they live. It defines a person's existence and gives them a reason not only to live, but to live a moral life. In the cynical society that is America, people seem to question everything; the government, the food they eat, even the loyalty of those close to them. However, most can't bring themselves to call into question their own religious beliefs. Growing up in a traditionally Christian home in Texas, I was never really encouraged to consider any explanation for existence except that the Christian God put us here and Jesus died on the cross for our sins. That's just the way it was. Not that the American South is unique in that way. If I was born in Saudi Arabia, I would surely be reprimanded

Mi Familia was born in Mexico but born in different cities in Mexico. My uncle had a

On October 5, 2004, in the middle evening, my mom gave birth to me! I was born in what is now called the USC Verdugo Hills Hospital in Glendale at 7:00 P.M. because of my beloved mother. Although I was born here in the United States, my parents both immigrated here from the small country of Bangladesh because they wanted to finish their college education. My family right now consists of my mother, my father, my older brother, and I.

My family story begins in the 1800’s with my Great X4 grandmother who died at the age of 115. Then came her son which is my Great X3 grandfather which then married his beautiful wife named Maria. Many years later she had a daughter with the name of Maria, which is now my grandmother. She was actually an immigrant that was born in Mexico and not in the U.S. But then at the age of just 15 she came here in the U.S along with her mother. Years later as a grown woman she married a good man in the name of Jose, they both ended up having 5 kids in total.

My country of Origin is America. Fashion is one of the heartbeats of this country and America runs on it. I am from New York City and in New York fashion is everything. Whether it’s in the blogs or the newspapers the trending topic is always who’s wearing what and what’s new in fashion. America and New York especially is perceived as being more financially well off than other countries. Fashion has always been a top priority for Americans. Americans are very specific about what they wear and when they wear it. They are cautious of whether things are in or out of season and in or out of trend. As oppose to another country like Italy, where I learned that in Italy the people are more care free about what they wear. They pick up anything

I have grown up in an American, Caucasian, middle-class family of five. My parents have been married for 29 years and have two daughters and a son. My sister is 27, my brother is 25, and I am 20. My family has had many great experiences, but has also faced various challenges. Throughout our different experiences, our family dynamic has developed.

My conflict is family based. It is about my elder sister 's family. My elder sister does not have a sound educational background but she is blessed to have gotten married to a wealthy business tycoon and they are blessed with three children namely; Nelly, Junior and Adolf. They are happily married but just like any other marital home which has got its good and bad moments, theirs is not an exception. My sister 's husband is so self centered, and He also have a greedy altitude. As a wealthy business man He has managed to acquired fleets of luxurious cars for himself (precisely about six cars) but unfortunately none of these cars belongs to his wife. In addition to this, He is in possession of all the car keys and when ever the wife wants to go to the market or on an errand, the wife must first of all informed him then He will call the driver and gave him the key to one of the cars( the less privilege car) and asked him to take his madam to the market or where ever she is going. And my sister is never comfortable with this kind of altitude from the husband but she will just keep her cool, and sometimes she let her husband to understand that she is not comfortable with his altitude. But her husband finds it so difficult to bend or to change from his ugly altitude. After some couple of months, the husband went and bought one small lady 's car for my sister and told her that the car is meant for her to be using each time she wants to go to the market or on an errand. But