What it means to be an immigrant?
This question was not easy for me to answer. You see, I came to the U.S.A. as a preschooler. I did not have a silver spoon in my mouth, but my parents worked so hard to give me a good life, that, for most of it, I have felt fortunate and privileged. I went to a private school, and growing up, I never lacked for anything. Truthfully, I never felt the struggles of a real immigrant. Reflecting on the previous mentioned, I realized that my parent’s experience is what it means to be an immigrant. I could sum it up in just four words: They are the struggle. I thank them for holding various menial jobs at the same time, just to cushion my life. I thank them for having to adjust to an environment that they missed and was so foreign to them, just to ease mine. I thank my immigrant parents for their struggles to make a better life for their children.
Los Angeles, CA
