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I'm proud to be Salvadoran-American. Since my mom who comes from a long line of Salvadoran ancestry and My dad's who also a bit of a mix of Salvadoran-Hondura ancestry. Since they were both Salvadoran they taught us the culture, language, beliefs, and way of life which I consider that a gift.

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The way my dad came to this country was when the civil war broke out in El Salvador. When he was going into 9th grade he was scared that either the Salvadoran military or the guerillas were going to force him to enlist so he made the journey here. He spent here learning English, working at jobs, and getting his citizenship. Once he did that he gave my mom papers and she came by plane to live with him.

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When the civil war broke out my dad had to leave the country and come to the United States but surprisingly my mom's side of the family wasn't affected at all. Since my mom's family side own a lot of lands since they were farmers and business owner who would sell products/produce to Honduras, I can't really say for them but since my grandpa was a farmer and own land at that time he wasn't really affected at all according to my mom. She did tell me that when the war broke out no one could say which political parties they supported so she and her siblings couldn't even mention or talk about politics during the civil war

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One thing that important about my identity is how my family goes far and wide to seek a better future for themself. I had one uncle who moved to Costa Rica and became a local pro boxer there and my great grandpa who came to El Salvador from Honduras to serve the military while trying to start a fishing business in La Union.