Visiting Mexico seemed familiar to me, albeit in a foreign language. I would receive the same questions wherever I went. Can you speak English? Can you speak Spanish? Are you a nanny or a nanny? Why can't you talk correctly? Do you even know how to read and write? Where are you from? I wasn't sure how to respond, and I was afraid to answer poorly. I refused to talk in any language I understood for fear of making a mistake. As a tiny child, I was concerned about making errors and being mocked for being "stupid". When I originally couldn't speak English, I was assigned to two English lessons in …show more content…
My relatives began to protest to me, wondering why I wasn't progressing. I began to resent my family and blamed them for failing to raise me properly. They never taught me the correct language, and I despise that they never taught me to read or write. I loathe myself for not understanding how to talk properly, write, or read at all. I despised being Mexican because I had no idea how to be Mexican. All I knew was that my parents were Mexican, but I was not. I have the title, but am I genuinely Mexican? I don't wear their style, I don't apply their make-up, I don't dance like them, and I don't even eat half of their typical food. So, am I simply an