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My Guyanese Culture

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My mother and father have war stories of their own. While they never fought in an actual war, they fought poverty and communism in their homeland of Guyana. Growing up, my sister and I attentively listened to bedtime stories of persecution and inequality as tears rolled down my parents’ eyes. My seven-year-old self could only help but cry each time my parents silently whispered: “we came to America, but never lost sight of who we were.” Even though my parents sought to leave Guyana’s violence and corruption, they packed a suitcase flowing with culture. My Guyanese heritage has never disappeared as my parents cook potato roti and play Guyanese Sosa music every Sunday morning. However, globalization with its unprecedented acceleration in the
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