Lola, Tito & Tita, Cousins
Mosaic of Cultures
The first thing that comes to mind about culture, I think of Mosaic.
Being an immigrant, Mosaic is the place for new comers to Vancouver. MOSAIC is a multilingual non-profit organization that helps immigrants and refugees settle and integrate into Canadian society.
In Vancouver, diversity is important and has different kinds of festivals for different ethnic groups. The City helps us understand and introduces the new Canadians. There are various pictures with stories posted along the main areas of those people that share their stories.
Walking around downtown, I saw this particular picture and I thought they look familiar. As I read their story, I said to myself: “Hey, just a minute now; that is my Grandmother and one of her daughters, my Aunt. Their story was selected as part of the new Canadians.
This particular post, I see it every day on my way to work.
When people ask me what nationality I am, I proudly say, I am Canadian. Strangely enough, my answer is questioned.
“Really?”
“I say really.”
“Aren’t you a Filipino?”
“Nope, I am Canadian.”
Silence for a minute, thinking for another minute and finally they understand what I mean.
“Ah, I see says the blind mice. You came from the Philippines and now you are a Canadian.”
“Precisely.” That is my final answer.
We sometimes just need to get our minds integrated with all people. I see so much that alienates and that creates disharmony.
Yisraela
Acceptance is what’s in my mind. For most times, we just have to learn from one another. Namaste.
Perpetua
I should have completed the thought. For me acceptance is the integration of all people’s, nations and tongues.
Yisraela
Thanks for completing your thoughts. Yisraela. It makes more send. Have a good night. Perpetua.
Oh – Filipino, that’s right. But somehow mothers from countries other than America tend to keep their thoughts close to their chest.
I suppose they don’t want to be a burden. I am not familiar with American custom.
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