Cubans have to prove themselves. Cubans have to remember how beautiful their country was, and hope for that day when they'll be able to go back. I've grown up in a mix of an "American" Culture, and a "Cuban" one, and have come to believe how American's (including myself) were very innocent as to what was happening in Cuba and relating that to America.
When I young, I was naïve. I may still be considered young now, but I’m no longer naïve about who I am, and where I belong. When I was younger, I didn't understand how my ethnicity should be something to show off like my dad did. I wanted it to be hidden, I wanted to blend in. Now, I’m proud to be Cuban, and I always will be. One day I’ll be able to visit Cuba with my dad, and see the mysterious part of his life that he loves and misses so much. My dad used to tell me every day before I went to bed: “Remember, Cuban is in your blood”. And this, I believe.
This is a picture of my family and I visiting Key West in Florida. This is the closest you can get to Cuba without leaving the United States!







