Costa Rican-Personal Narrative

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Proud and grateful are the two words that come to my mind when I think about being Hispanic. In spite of the fact that my parents were the ones to make sacrifices, I am able to understand how much my family has gone through to be where they are today. Ever since I was a little girl, my dad always told me stories of when he was a child. Born in Costa Rica, my father and his family did not have a lot of money. Whenever I would complain about food, he would always tell me to be grateful because he used to eat chicken legs and bones, just so he could have something in his stomach. If I complained about shoes, and he would say “I used to walk barefoot to school when I lived in Costa Rica.” My father would always find a way to make me realize what he had went through and how far he has come from there.…show more content…
Being Costa Rican makes me proud, not only because of its beautiful waterfalls, and mountains, but because in Costa Rica, last names are to be proud of. My last name “Zuniga”, you can see all over Costa Rica, but in the United States, it is not that common. One life experience that I had was not in Costa Rica for me, but it was for my brother. My brother Jovan visited Costa Rica last year and was able to see all the marvelous beauties of our background, but out of his whole trip, what struck him the most was how important last names were. The night before my brother got married, he made a speech about my father and his last name. My father did not have a father, and what he knew about my grandfather is that he was fatherless too. My father changed the bad reputation of “Zuniga,” from “fatherless” to “family.” This is why I am proud to be Hispanic. Due to the fact that, even though most Hispanics have a rough life, we are able to switch that life around. Most Hispanics look for a brighter future, and this is what my father
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