Where do I fit in?

three girls

Angelica Christina Lopez, when skimming through a list of names, one would think, WOW, now that’s a typical tongue-rolling Mexican name. But once that name is placed with the individual another thought comes into play, a more confused, “is she mixed or not” thought races one’s mind. My name is Angelica Christina Lopez, I consider myself a Mexican American, but when asked “what part of Mexico are you from”, I hesitate. Both grandmothers and one grandfather were born in a small Texas town called Uvalde; I pronounce it “YouValdee”, not “OOvalde”. Granted it could be considered a border town, but that’s beside the point. My parents were born and raised there as well. Growing up I had this long Latino name that seemed to be the only thing I could pronounce in the language I was supposed to be speaking. For the sake of better job opportunities, my parents moved to Houston where the culture shock hit them and my home began.

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My Familia.

Familia Angelica

I come from one of those families where all of your cousins and your brothers and sisters and all of your tias and tios treat you as if you are one of their own. I am blessed to have both parents in my life. They were high school sweethearts and have fought for their relationship and family ever since. If there is one thing that I have learned from their struggle, it is the importance of family.

Over the generations, the sanctity of family bonds has slowly deteriorated. Divorce, broken homes, and single parents have, sadly, all become the norm in society. My intentions for writing this piece are not to explain or describe how a family should be or what it should consist of, but rather to explain how I was raised and the importance of those values for me and individuals like me. Growing up, many friends and outsiders could not understand the way my family worked. Just to be clear, I am speaking about my entire family, not just my immediate family as I had previously mentioned.

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