My Family: Hmong In The US

While every immigrant story is unique to the places they’ve come from, their personal narratives, and their integration, many share commonalities within the American immigrant experience. My family is no exception to this fact as they highlight many of the theories of migration outlined in sociology. By examining my family’s story of immigration through these different lenses, I hope to gain a deeper understanding and appreciation for those who ultimately brought me into America.

Living in the United States wasn’t any easier for my dad. Having no parents meant he had no permanent home. He lived with his sponsors that helped him come to the United States. My dad knew very little english and was enrolled into high school. There he and many Hmongs were discriminated by other students. After graduating High School my dad received his first job where he worked for minimum wage. Even though having a job my dad still had no permanent home. He moved in with his uncles that treated them poorly. My dad had to sleep in an attic that had a broken window in the harsh Minnesota winter. That night it was twenty below zero and my dad had three thick blankets on still struggling to stay warm. After thirty long years our family has came a long ways. Today we are fulfilling the American dream in the natural state of Arkansas.

Generations upon generations of people have been thriving in Spanish speaking countries. Cuba is no different, through traditional clothing and special holidays they always are in tune with the past. With flamboyant traditional attire, that rivals the suns bright color and Spring flowers, coupled with fun to watch free flowing up beat music like Guaguancó or Pachanga, the Cuban culture is very exciting. In order to start to describe my family ties with Cuba, I will use an analogy: With every spin of a vibrant dress it seems as if the hands of time slowly turn back time. As the clock goes back so does my family history. In the early 1920's my great grandmother and her family made the trip from Spain to Cuba. Ever since then my family has had bearings

As a toddler, I spent my time living with my grandparents and my mother in Honduras. My father had moved to the United States just a few months after I was born. My mother would work during the day and my uncle's wife would baby sit me. I was still quite young and all I knew was that my father moved because he wanted to provide the best he could for his family. I lived in a house where not only my mother and I resided, we shared a home with four of my cousins, two of my uncles, and their wives. Everything I received at that age came from what my dad sent my mom and the rest of his family and what my mom earned. In 2004, months after my 4th birthday, my mother told me we were finally going to be reunited with my dad. I was of course

金山 or Gold Mountain was the name given to the United States by the people of China looking for new opportunities. The immigration story on my mother’s side of the family begins with my great-grandfather’s journey to the United States in search for a better life for himself, his wife, and his four children. At this time, the majority of the population in China was living in poverty. Being able to come to America was the dream of many in the hopes they would be able to become wealthy.

My family is Mexican –American I am third generation born in the United States. My maternal grandparents were born in Texas in the early 1900s, and my mom was born in Arizona. By the late 1950s the Davila Mendoza family relocated to Fresno, California because they wanted to work in the agriculture business. I do not have much knowledge about my father I never met him. All I know is that he was from Guadalajara, Mexico. I am the eldest child followed by a younger sister. I was born in the early 1970s in Fresno, California. My grandmother spoiled me because I was her first grand-daughter my mom was her only daughter followed by five older brothers.

My family, which is a new immigrants, came to U.S in 29th April 2014. The category of my family’s immigration is family reunification which is related to the chain migration—immigration through continual family sponsorship. The applicator applying my whole family to U.S is my aunt—my father’s sister. The first time applying was in 2001. After, my family was waiting about 10 years and eventually, my family had a visa interview in order to come to U.S. But my brother and I came to study as international students at first. Besides, I did not expect that I would change my status to a resident within 1 year. In contrast, my elder brother was studying in San Francisco for five years when he eventually changed his status to a resident. To know more information about my family’s immigration history, I had an interview with my elder brother, and I asked him a lot of question about the aspects of life in home country and in U.S.

My mother is Japanese and moved to America with my father, who is white, to get married. After having two children, they moved to a tropical rainforest for 14 years. With her, my mother brought a rich culture that I love and appreciate. Hawaii was one place where Japanese culture had a large impact on society, so it was easy to find similar people. My father brought with him knowledge of American traditions, which recently became very useful to me. Due to our multiculturalism, my parents put me in a unique situation after moving here; I understand how

I came to school in U.S. because I personally think American education gives students more variety of opportunities. In America, we all get to chose our own schedule what we want to take for next year, but we cannot in Korea. All Korean students take the same class course even its level is too easy or too hard for them.

For such a long time (probably from the beginning of the mankind), interacting with kids has been the biggest challenge for any parent out there. Things have become just worse these days thanks to technology. Kids now days tend to know a lot more about tech than the parents do. For instance, they know exactly how to ignore their parents and do whatever they want.

Filipino family and American Family are both celebrating holidays, birthdays, and anniversaries in similar and somewhat different aspects. Filipino family are celebrating Christmas by visiting church not as same as American Family. During the Christmas season in the Philippines "Misa de Gallo" or night mass, is a novena of dawn masses starting from December 16-24, a tradition for Filipinos. Filipinos believe in the superstitious belief that if you completed Misa De Gallo which is 9 consecutive nights of masses, 1 wish would be granted. Significantly different from the masses that held here in US. In contrast to US families some families wouldn’t

What is family? Family will always be there, no matter the situation you're in. There love will be unconditionally. You can’t just pick any family you just get blessed. Every family has their own weirdness, craziness or traditions. Unlike my family there’s something special about them that’s unexplainable. I’m thankful for both sides of my families; I love each and everyone of them. The amounts of love and support that I received from them has help me become the person that I am today.

For the past two-hundred years or more, immigrants from all over the world whether from Asia to South America have come to the United States of America. In high hopes that they can achieve the “American Dream.” Whatever it may be such as materialistic items such as the “white house with the red picket fence” to getting a higher education in which can lead to better job opportunities. When I was eight years old, my family and I emigrated to the United States from Japan because my parents felt that the educational opportunities in Japan were very limited to women. Due to the fact, that in Japanese culture women had certain expectations to live up to, such as to be obedient to their husbands, arrange marriages to sustain family lineage,

America makes you believe that if a family comes to live here that the families will live life to the fullest. With this picture, the art makes it clear that not everyone has the luxury to live the American Dream. With the billboard above the flood victims, it is showing the exact opposite of how their lives are going. These people could be standing in line at a bus stop or maybe even a shelter waiting for some food. The United States went through a depression where many people suffered in life. This picture is showing that they were struck by the depression and are living at the lowered standard of life. With the depression, many people had lost their jobs and their houses. The picture shows that they are flood victims lost everything they

When my parents first came to America, they faced many obstacles as they were beginning a life and starting a family together. My father, determined hard worker, is the breadwinner of our family. He is the one who earns money and provides our needs working as a registered nurse. He works twelve-hour shifts while my mom stays at home to take care of one year old me and being eight months