My Family and Its History

In my family, our mothers are African Americans and Indians. To my knowledge, among my father's family, we are African American, Caucasian, Indian, Puerto Rican, German, Portuguese. In fact, on my mother's side, this is the time I spend most, and I think we are a typical family. The area where we live is typical and there are many single parent families.

My family and those who know its history understand where I came from, where I need to do my best, understand long and infinite weeks. When I was in my twenties, I went out for the first time. My parents could not understand my desire for the first time that I went to Lake Michigan. But dear friends tell my parents that I always remember. "It does not matter where he goes, the important thing is that he is not there." With this wisdom, I have relied on it for years. There will always be tasks that need our attention, but if we do not take care of ourselves, perhaps we will not be able to fulfill all the requirements. Should the people working hard should have little value? There are few people who deny this right. A short break of work makes us rejuvenate. However, many people forget the truth. By leaving, we will be exposed to various places and various people. Our experience of life - our experiences at home and abroad has expanded our reach

When I wrote this history of America as the history of my family, my heart is broken. The vast majority of broken hearts comes from the government's deep humiliation against the entire population, completely based on race. My father's family is no exception. Shame, economic destruction, sadness to lost things - human relations, their work, and pride - influenced the generation. Just as my father was forced to destroy his favorite donut shop in our town during the Gulf War of the 1990s. A donut shop is owned by a man from the Middle East When my father saw someone broke all the windows and sprayed the majority of the room in a local newspaper, he raised a voice and said: Please come out. He saw parents' grocery shops taken from them; he saw a person trying to lead an honest life in a small town. This man's shop is decorated with the American flag, for him, this is his country he is very proud of being here.