If you knew me you would know that my culture forms part of who I am. I’ve grown in a Hispanic household and an important aspect of my life is my Guatemalan culture. Right before I would go to bed my parents would speak about Guatemala and its beauties. My dad's favorite memory was walking to school, listening to the silence surrounding him. What he loved the most about Guatemala was when Christmas came. On Christmas Day, women would dress in beautiful colorful clothes to dance to the rhythm of the music. When he remembers those memories it seems that he is transported back to that time and place. He always wished for that day to never end because those were the few days he could act as a normal child. After that he would go back to his normal