Never Forgotten

Coke, Mexican food, a soccer ball... These are all things that greatly represent my heritage. Every year I visit my family in Mexico and these three things are the things I see the most during my visit, and not only on my visit but at home too. I was born into a family that holds a special place for these things in their life. I've lived surrounded by these things all my life. When I think about coke I think about my brother and my father. Not a day would go by without having a sip of it for them. Coke was almost as natural to drink as water was to them. As for Mexican food, it's what I've eaten nearly everyday up to now. I remember playing soccer with my family in my early childhood. It was more than just a sport to my brother and father. It was like some sort of religion to them. All these things, the coke, the Mexican food, and the soccer ball are beautiful memories that form part of my heritage. I will never forget them.

The Art of Culture

My culture consists of mainly two things: soccer and thanksgiving. Soccer plays a main role in my life whether I want it to or not. It's inevitable. Soccer may just be a game to others, but to my family it's our way of getting together and spending time with family and loved ones. Thanksgiving is the day we express our gratitude to both God and to our family. It's a special day in which we gather around the table and also spend time with loved ones.

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Best Friend

I once had a close friend who I thought to be more silent than talkative. I never really did know what kinds of thoughts roamed her head or what her truth was. She did talk but only in response to others. She never started a conversation herself. She was timid to others though not to me. Even then, I still never had a real conversation with her. She was reserved and kept more to herself. There were times when it seemed as though she wanted to talk but her mouth always remained shut.

I could see it in her eyes, though... She had so much to say but didn't know how to say it. She always seemed more comfortable with herself than with anyone else. She knew only of herself and no one else. There were times I believed she was her own best friend, and although it seemed strange there were moments I envied her.

How nice it must be, I'd think, to be your own best friend.