Read the excerpt from "The Secret Latina" by Veronica Chambers.
My father didn't mind that we considered ourselves Black rather than Latino. He named my brother Malcolm X, and
if my mother hadn't put her foot down, I would have been called Angela Davis Chambers. It's not that my mother
didn't admire Angela Davis, but you have only to hear how 'Veronica Victoria' flows off her Spanish lips to know that
she was homesick for Panama and for those names that sang like timbales on carnival day. So between my father
and my mother was a Black-Latin divide. Because of my father, we read and discussed books about Black history
and civil rights. Because of my mother, we ate Panamanian food, listened to salsa and heard Spanish at home.
What is the function of this essay?
A. to share information
B. to persuade the reader
C. to narrate a story
D. to present research
Please select the best answer from the choices provided
