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Conflicting ideologies in multicultural relationships

Upbringing plays a vital role in someone’s life as ethics and moral values learned at this stage will influence thoughts and actions throughout life. I was on a trip to my hometown with my parents and grandparents; my paternal grandmother was at the doorsteps to welcome us. The English pronunciation that she used to greet us was not accurate. My mother laughed and gave a judgmental response that offended my grandmother, and her words forgot to slip out of her mouth. I was stunned by the offensive comments of my mother which turned me red and left me in a state of anger. I loved my mother but didn’t like her behavior then, so I made her realize that what she did was not ethically acceptable.

Even after marrying my father she still treats his family as a foreigner, regardless of those twenty long years of his good relationship. My connection with my mother, after that miss-hap at my grandparent’s home, had been just like the fragmented English of my grandparents. Recognizing the linguistic persecution took seventeen long years, which my grandparents and father touched for twenty years. After realizing it, my personality changed entirely.

My father was an African-born American while my mother was an American national thus I was born in a family that belongs to an entirely diverse culture similar to those first generations of Americans. Due to the difference in cultural roots, my parenthood passed on multi-culturally. It was hard for me to get adjusted to my class fellows and within my school. However, I can’t blame my parents for all this miss-hip, but I was crushed in between entirely two different cultures. It significantly influenced my ethics, beliefs, values, and professional attitude as a social work student.

It was tough when I saw other kids enjoying their grouping and playing with each other, after returning from school I always missed enjoyable company as well and after watching those kids eat snakes and other floodable I always desired to have all of them but my father financial conditions were not supportive enough. With the slow pace, an obvious tension created by my parents and my mother always ignored my father’s family.

I remember that day when my father reached home from his office and started planning for a new residency under my mother’s demands, as she didn’t want to live with my grandparents. With his sad, lost, and passionless eyes surrounded by wrinkles and dark circles, he asked me in our native tongue how my day in the school was. Her behavior also influenced my life as it became more central to my social circles and friends, and once we got driver’s licenses frequently, I was out of the house.

However after some years, my father’s medical business started to flourish, and earlier this year we shifted to a better, lovely, and vast upgraded place in the town. He was happy, pridefully cheering while discussing plans to move grandparents to our new house. Knowing my mother would never accept this, I laughed weakly at his simple desire.

However, that encounter opened my eyes, wholly destabilized, and reformed my mind. I started living alone at home or spending more time with friends, which hurt my mother’s feelings. Even though she is harsh towards my family she still loves me, which was the point of her return and changing behavior toward my family. Finally, she accepted her defeat and a revolutionary change occurred in her expression.

That was the moment when she recognized her mistake, and how ignorant she was all the time. After all that drama, our family united again and never faced problems while speaking English. She started to practice all the cultural traditions and customs they followed. She was ashamed for all those years during which she misbehaved with my family, culture, background, and heritage.



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