Culture

In sixth grade, Seema and I became best friends. I just an average American kid and her parents had moved to the U.S. from India. She was raised in the Indian culture and it was a big part of her life.
She invited our friend, Laura and I to go to an Indian festival with her. We went to her house to get ready. We borrowed beautiful Indian dresses from Seemas family and her mom did our makeup and hair. We borrowed jewelery from them too. The dress was so different from the jeans I was used to wearing.
The festival consisted of dancing, singing and food. Once we got there Laura and I were about the only white kids there. Everyone was was Indian. They all knew how to speak in one of Indias languages and knew the dances that were being performed. I felt like such an outsider. The feeling only got worse once it was time to eat.
I am a very picky eater and hate to try to new things. This was not helpful when all the food looked and smelled disgusting. Seemas mom was very sweet and recommend food to eat. She would say, "This food is not spicy." Or,"Don't eat this. You will not like it." I didn't like any of the food. Everything either had a gross sauce on it or was too spicy.
Even though I did not fit in I still had a lot of fun. I enjoyed experiencing parts of Seemas life. It helped to open up my eyes as to why Seema did the things she did. Even though I stuck out, I throughly enjoyed myself.