My mother is from Caracas, Venezuela and my dad is from Bueno Aires, Argentina. My father came to America with his family in the 70’s. My mother ended up coming to study English when she was 19 and then never left. They met because my dad’s best friend was dating my mom’s cousin and so they met on a blind date. My mom was not interested, at all. My dad was just persistent and won her over eventually.
I think with anyone who has a heritage from outside of here, we all go through an identity crisis. In the sense that, I didn’t know where I belonged. I was told about my heritage about the countries that my parents came from but then here they’re like no you’re not American. Then I’d go visit family and they’d say, no you’re not Venezuelan/Argentinian. So I was like, what am I? Where do I belong? It took years for me to figure that out. I embrace, I love my heritage, I love America. I am an American. I always talk about ethnicity and heritage with people because it’s not spoken enough. We need to understand what it means to be American. We live in an interesting time where if you’re skin shade is slightly tanner it means you’re not from here when what it really means to be from here is to be all shades and colors. We may look different, but we are all the same. – Jorge