Personal Narrative: My Mexican-American Family
At around 10 years of age my family and I were coming out of a store when we heard an individual yell out, “Go back to Mexico, America houses no aliens!” At that moment, I felt as if this wouldn’t be the last time I would hear these words echo through my life, and I was right.
Typically every summer I assist my mother by cleaning houses for people who are considered affluent, however during the summer of 2014, I quickly became aware of what it felt like to be different. There was an elderly woman who we began working for, and as soon as I introduced myself she instantly asks what my ethnicity is. I politely tell her that I’m Mexican-American; however my parents are originally from Mexico. As her face became rigid, I instantly felt like the
Typically every summer I assist my mother by cleaning houses for people who are considered affluent, however during the summer of 2014, I quickly became aware of what it felt like to be different. There was an elderly woman who we began working for, and as soon as I introduced myself she instantly asks what my ethnicity is. I politely tell her that I’m Mexican-American; however my parents are originally from Mexico. As her face became rigid, I instantly felt like the