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Personal Narrative: Childhood Immigrants
I am a first-generation immigrant, who have struggled with cultural identity because I grew up with two different cultural values. My childhood consisted of seeing people who look like me and who identified with the same cultural ideas; however, after moving to southern California, I witnessed a diverse population with different cultures. My cultural influences come from my parents and peers and the media, so I feel conflicted between the traditional and conservative culture of my parents and the liberal and open-minded values of my peers.
Although America is diverse, stereotypes exist, especially about immigrants. I used to feel humiliated to reveal that I immigrated to America because society has a negative, almost taunting, view of “fobs”,

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