The first time I had to say goodbye to my family in Mexico, I cried so hard I thought I would never stop. When I finally did, it was because I was comforted in knowing that I would see them again. After this trip, I didn't cry, I didn't even feel sad. This is now my home, I don't feel butterflies or feel uncomfortable, I feels are, and at peace. I can't forget the things I have learned here and experienced. The memories are what I hold onto until I see them again. Everything I do, everything i've learned, is all apart of me now. The people who have impacted my life, everything has made me who I am.
Sometimes you need to look to finally move ahead, and that's what I'm doing now. I can't look back in pain, knowing that I grew up not knowing Spanish or anything about where I came from. I need to take what I've learned and pass it down to my future kids. I need to teach them to be proud and not ashamed of where they came from. I can't imagine a time now where I was ashamed of being Mexican, feeling like the names that people would call me would actually define who I am. None of that means anything. I am proud to be an American, but I also am thankful for the Mexican in me that is strong. Until next time Mexico.
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AuthorReggie is a college gradute with a degree in English. She loves traveling and hopes to one day stay on the battle field for missions. Life is a book and everyday is an adventure, follow her on this journey and see the world through her eyes. Archives
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