When my mother came to this country, her family never celebrated any holidays. Maybe because they were broke or just didn’t feel like it, either way they never celebrated. You’ll be lucky to never have a birthday party, the last celebration I can remember is December 25 2014, 11 years ago. We went to my grandmother's house. I saw my aunt and uncles with their children. We prayed, ate, and opened  presents. That indeed was a great Christmas. I know Dominicans are known for partying, having loud music and parties lasting till the next day. I have been to parties but not the ones that my parents threw. When my older brother was born, they tried to get into celebrating American culture but it didn’t last long. They tried again when I was born but the same outcome, it didn't last. Being an adult isn’t easy, more so with kids, so I didn’t blame them. So I did my own little thing every December 25. Instead of gifts and toys, I’d  make me and my brother (if they ask) hot chocolate and grilled cheese. It doesn't seem like much and you’re right it’s not. But, every morning my brother and I would have this for breakfast when we were kids. It brings back memories of that Christmas. So now I make it to remember the times and I’ll carry with gifts and toys to my children.

– NP

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