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Personal Narrative: Becoming A Mexican Girl
“You may be in america but you are Mexican. You are a Mexican girl you need to learn to clean,cook,and take care of your future kids and husband or else what use are you to him.” I can't remember the first time my father told me this but i will never forget the first time i truly comprehended what it meant. I was seven years old and my teacher told me i could be anything i wanted to be a lawyer a doctor anything. I was ecstatic i had so many options but after coming home and sharing the news with my father he told me what he believed to be the truth i was a mexican girl and my future was already decided. From that moment on i had two choices. the first the life my father believed i should have. I could marry young and stay at home cooking
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