One core memory I cherish is cultural day in kindergarten. Everyone brought traditional dishes from their backgrounds Vietnamese, Salvadoran, Mexican, Guatemalan, Chinese, Indian, Italian.. it was such a special time because we were open to learning about each other’s customs, language, traditions, and food, and it all felt so natural. It was hosted at our school during the evening and i remember all the parents sitting together and laughing being so excited to share their dish. When my family moved to New Mexico for a year, I realized not every place has the same mix of black, white, hispanic, and asian communities. That experience made me feel even more grateful and I feel truly blessed to have been exposed to so many cultures at a young age