growing up I didn't know anything about my culture and I always wanted to know more about it. I would always hear my parents talk about it and I would never understand.
my family and I all get together on January 6 to celebrate this holiday called "Los tres Reyes Magos" and this holiday is when someone brings this bread called "la Rosca" and inside the bread, there are plastic babies the represents baby Jesus and if someone gets the baby they will have to cook any food they want and then on February 2nd we all get together again and eat the food each person cooked that got the baby.
I always wanted to go to Mexico growing up but my mom would never let me go because she didn't feel safe letting me go without. I wanted to go Mexico because I saw how they celebrated the holidays over there and it looked so beautiful.
my mom finally let me go to Mexico and it was the best experience of my life. I had so much fun in Mexico. I got to celebrate the holidays and I also met family members I didn't know well. during my visit to Mexico, I got to learn so much about my culture and I was so happy.
I realized that my culture is something to be proud of. everyone's culture is different and there is no reason for anyone to be judged because of the way they do certain things because everyone has a different culture and they do everything differently.
if I didn't put any effort into knowing my culture I would have always felt left out but good thing I learned so many things about mu culture because without my heritage I would be incomplete