"Ellie, how was church yesterday?""Ava, it was chill, we didn't do much.""Oh, wait. Khyati, you wouldn't go to church right. Because well you're Indian.""No, I don't. But some Indians are Christian so they do."
"Well, so what do you do for like Christmas or Easter?""My family and I celebrates Christmas as we spend time together and exchange gifts, but we just don't follow the religious aspect.""Oh. Um, okay I guess."*Ellie and Ava walk out*
As Ava and Ellie said their snarky comments with an obvious judgemental tone, I started to hate how different I was to everyone else. I didn't fit in, didn't feel appreicated, couldn't contribute to many conversations. I felt so out of place.
"The teacher said we have to do a project on a country around the world. Which country should we pick.""I think we could pick India. My family is from there and I am very familiar with the culture.""Oh I was thinking something more 'urban'. Maybe something with more Europeanized standards."
I felt so different compared to everyone else. My skin color, my religion, my style, my sense of humor, my values. Everything felt so out of place. I didn't feel like I could be heard properly. I felt so small and as if my culture wasn't as important.
As my mother talked to me before I went to bed, she could tell something was on my mind. "What's wrong Khyati?" she pondered."I feel so different mama." I replied,She carefully explained to me why Indian culture is so beautiful and how to properly embrace it. And I felt at ease. I felt loved, appreciated, and accepted.