I'm actually Cuban-born, born in 1956, the year Fidel Castro came into power, and my father moved my family to Miami a few years later when things were starting to look bad.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm Cuban-American, everybody says. I have a Cuban background, Cuban blood.
I'm Cuban. Both my parents are Cuban. My grandparents are, too. Although I have no idea where Fit comes from.
I am Cuban, my parents are Cuban, and I was not adopted.
I have not been to Cuba, though if you count the stories my grandma told me growing up, I've been there in my head many times. I think someday I will see it, when things are different there, but I've come to feel like I really am a Miami girl.
I was born in Cuba, and my parents were tropical agronomists.
Both of my parents were born into poor families on the island of Cuba. They came to America because it was the only place where people like them could have a chance.
Both my parents came with their parents during the revolution in Cuba. Both my parents were born in Cuba. They left everything over there. My family got stripped of everything - of their land, of their jobs, everything.
I'm certainly proud to be Cuban American, and it's a fantastic opportunity for anybody - regardless of their ethnicity or nationality. It does carry a measure or pride to know where you're from and to know what your roots are.
Sure, I've listed myself as Cuban-American. That's my heritage and my background.
I was born in Havana, Cuba and raised in Madrid, Spain. Then I moved to New Jersey.