My American story started when I was given the birth rite to mother my beautiful son. Although being born and raised American, it wasn’t until the moment of motherhood that I truly understood the significance of what my ancestors went through to get here. It’s through his eyes that I see my parents and grandparents, and all their struggles to give the best life to their family. I understood that my life had a bigger meaning at that point. My son was sent to me by them! The opportunities are inevitable if you put your mind to it, as they did. As a mom I must pass on to my son his American story. I must teach him to always question things in life, to understand where he came from, and to always be and share kindness.