Growing up in Lawrence,Massachusetts the “City of the Damned” brought down my intellectual capability and rose my street credit. What made it worse was being born from a family with a strong latino background and a proud hispanic heritage. These two factors that make me who I am also determined what everyone else saw. Growing up I would spend a lot of time in the Dominican Republic, Annual trips was a common thing for me. Oh how I love it there. The sweet smells of ocean breeze, The exotic fruit and and fowler's , best most of the one thing that keeps going back is my Abuela's Limoncillo tree. Everyday I would wake up and run outside to my abuela Limoncillo tree. I was allowed to take one a day and that was…show more content… I completely ignored it I was a little kid that didn't want to hear it. I regret it everyday, because at that time I didn't know that would be the last conversation with my abuela before she passed away. After she passed I lost apart of myself. I was trapped in a universal, without out my abuela I was without myself. Last summer I was the first time I went back to Dominican Republic since the passing of my grandmother. When I stepped into her house I could feel her in the rooms. It felt like she was guiding me somewhere. I ended up at the Limoncillo tree. It was still beautiful and it looked as if someone had been taking care of it. The odd part of it was since the passing of my abuela, no one has been in that house. I took a Limoncillo and ate it , wow I felt one with myself. I felt the Dominican blood running thru my vains. I then realized that the Limoncillo tree was my grandma the tree was her legacy. It was apart of me it was my identity I should be proud of what I am and that tree made me who I was today, without the tree and my grandma I would not be able to be who I am today. Some people are not proud of where they come from. I sure wasn't. I wanted to be something I'm not I wanted to be normal but
