Aug.13

If someone tried to understand me only using my race, they would miss a lot of things about me. As an Hispanic, I have many cultural parts that make up my identity. For example, my family is a part of my cultural identity because they've taught me many lessons within my mistakes and made me work hard. Another cultural part that makes my identity is my language because it helps me connect with other Hispanics and get to know one another. The last cultural part that makes my identity is tradition/food because it shows where I'm from and proud of my background. 

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