My American story started when…
My American story started when I was given the birth rite of being a mother to my beautiful son. Although being born and raised American, It wasn’t until the moment of motherhood that I truly understood what parents and my ancestors went through to get here. It is through his eyes that I see them and their struggles as parents to give the best life to their family. My son was sent to me from them and I must pass on the knowledge and respect that my ancestors and my parents gave us. As a mom it is my responsibility to help him understand his American story and to realize that opportunities are inevitable if you put your mind to it.
Family, Faith