Some back story,
I was born in Kenya and came to the country when I was 6 months old. My dad came to America when I was still in my mom's belly; arrived here with a suitcase and $200. Over the years he worked hard as a student at La Sierra University (Riverside CA) He worked odd jobs under his student Visa and eventually got us (my mom and I) over in January '93.
We lived in a 1 bedroom student home until my brother came along in '94 and spent the next 9 years in our tiny 2 bedroom apartment (My sister popped out in 96, making that 5 of us) During our stay in those apartments, my Mom ditched her old career as a teacher and managed to finish Nursing school at the local community college. My Dad went on to get his Doctorate degree in English and continued teaching at the same Middle School he got his first big break at.
I am now a college sophomore and have great respect for my parents and the hardships they went through to get me Permanent Residency here and now Citizenship.
I'll forever love my Parents.
Cliffs:
-Humble beginnings in America
-Parents worked hard and overcame
-We are now all citizens!
God Bless America!
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