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My dad is from Cuba and my mom's parents were from Germany. Both are very white so I ended up being a super white American chick with freckles and blue eyes. My Bronx middle school had a Hispanic majority population. I kind of went through an identity crisis during those years where I felt the need for people to know I was Cuban, but I wasn't fluent in Spanish. I would say "Mira" and then speak in English. It was ridiculous. Eventually I just came to terms with the fact that I am a white chick and that's ok. I enjoy my Cuban culture, the food and the music, and maybe one day I'll become fluent in Spanish. I know it's weird coming from a white chick, but I can relate to being the minority in school and that alone is hard, I can't imagine being different from everyone in my family too. You guys are strong!
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