Personal Narrative: My Heritage

Ever since I was a little kid living in Brooklyn New York I knew my heritage was important to me. From celebrating every time the Honduran National team scored to checking off that Hispanic/latino box on every application I filled out I felt a spark of pride inside of me. My parents did a tremendous job showing me my family background and taking me to Honduras every summer to visit my relatives and learn even more about my culture.
I felt that being latino meant that I had to have initiative and be more rigorous in whichever activity I may be participating in. Although, coming from a latino household is rewarding there are many unspoken expectations from me. My father came to this country when he was eighteen with a bag of clothes and two