My Father: Immigrant Parents

Both of my parents worked arduously to be where they are now. I always talk about the struggles my mom went through when she came to America at the age of eighteen, but I do not always acknowledge the struggles my dad goes through still to this day and I greatly admire him for all the hard work he does for my family and I. Like my mom, my dad immigrated from India, but after about a year my parents got married. Once my dad arrived, he had to get used to the new environment and people right away. He had no help from his parents because they were in India, so he only had my mom to lean on.

Although my legal and registered name is “Kristal”, I no longer identify myself with that name. When I was growing up I was known as Kristal, the young girl who had nothing to worry about and lived a carefree life. Although I was never spoiled, I was sheltered from the cruelness of the world. Despite not possessing a high socioeconomic status, my immigrant parents worked hard to provide our basic needs. As a result of always possessing our basic necessities, the most painful experience I had when I was younger was my first heartbreak from my first crush; not from a close loved one’s death, not being homelessness, but from a stupid first crush.

Helicopter parents hyper-involved in their children's life negatively affect them. A concerned mother’s letter explains why she disagreed with the new parent involvement policy of her son’s middle school. However, I oppose her position because, constant supervision results in hindered independence of children . Most importantly, preventing children from learning to manage their conflicts or learn from mistakes means they lack the skill to deal with them. Hovering parents disrupts the classroom, despite the appreciation of parent volunteers on the campus.

I was raised in a close-knit family household, which has left me with great memories and many stories, but I have also had first hand experience the troublesome transition of Mexican immigrant parents to America. However, the trajectory my of success my parents have had without any resources has encouraged and impacted me greatly to go out and help those in need, because everyone has the potential of greatness. Even though I didn't always have the dolls, clothes, home, or shoes I wanted, I was too busy to mind, because school academics and dance have been a passion of mine since I was smaller; it fills my heart with joy every time I am part of these things. Besides, having two brothers made everyday something special, and I still love taking

There were three lessons that my immigrant parents ingrained in their first-generation children: Work hard, never give up, and most importantly, give back. Among other life lessons they taught us, these three were the basis for everything. It would be the basis that would and will define me as a person.

What Jessica’s discovers about her German-American immigrant ancestors is relevant to her growth as a teacher and a person, they expand her one-sided view on being white, and being a teacher to Mexican-American students. As Jessica became more comfortable with her ancestors she became to discuss them more in social aspects, “‘I was just struck by how easy it was for him to get so many acres from the government back then.” “Well it probably wasn’t easy,” she stammered. “I mean, he had to came all the way from Germany, […] “It was easier for him than it was for my people,” Vic said earnestly, unfazed by Jessica’s sudden discomfort, “without even going into a comparison of how your people and my people got across the Atlantic. You said your ancestors

It is not uncommon to hear one recount their latest family reunion or trip with their cousins, but being a first generation immigrant, I sacrificed the luxury of taking my relatives for granted for the security of building a life in America. My parents, my brother, and I are the only ones in my family who live in the United States, thus a trip to India to visit my extended family after 4 years was an exciting yet overwhelming experience. Throughout the trip, I felt like a stranger in the country where I was born as so many things were unfamiliar, but there were a few places that reminded me of my childhood.

As the daughter of an immigrant, I have witnessed the various barriers faced by immigrants, and this experience has motivated me toward my career objective. According to the Pew Research Center Hispanic Trends Project, there were about 11.3 million immigrants living illegally in the United States in 2013 (Passel et al., 2014). These immigrants come from all parts of the world for several different reasons. Whether to provide better resources for their family back home or to live a better life, these immigrants usually work in environments that can be harmful and dangerous to their health.

When my mom arrived home from work I told her how my dad insulted me in public space in front of my friend because of his stupid rule that he claimed I broke. My mom was really annoyed by the situation, so she went and spoke to my dad about it. Did that solve the problem? Well, hell no! It only made matters worse. Dad's face got darker, his pupils expanded, breathing rapidly and his heart rate increases. Bang, bang, bang across my mom's face. she fell to the ground, got up and walked away.

“The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself.” (-Mark Twain) Being a child of immigrant parents who move to American can be hard. There is a lingering feeling of not feeling like a child belongs. They are stuck in the invisible world between where their parents came from, in this specific case, Asia and where the child lives now. It can be difficult to be raised as an Asian American and learning both culture and traditions. Many Asian American kids end up deviating from the Asian culture and embracing the American culture. However, children of immigrants should embrace their own culture in order to keep traditions alive and be proud of who they are.

My father is Puerto Rican from Puerto Rico, he is very dark skinned. My mother is Polish American from New York, she has blonde hair blues eyes. Her grandparent were from Poland. My mother adapted to the Hispanic culture since she met my father when she was 15. I don’t recall at what age I understood I was a mixed race. My earliest memory is in elementary school. I dominate the Hispanic look, therefore I’m always treated as just that.

For my capstone project, I had the honor to interview my father in which I actually learn a lot from. As an immigrant he diced to move to the United States to live the American dream what everyone back home talked about. It was during his migration in 1984 that he discovers what America actually looked like. During this time the 1984 Olympics were happening in Los Angeles where he migrated too. During this time many local restaurants were hiring and luckily enough he was hired as a dishwasher which he knew nothing about. He learns his new job the hard way with white bosses screaming at him to be faster, better and clean, which was difficult to the English barrier. This is where white supremacy takes place, bosses screaming at their workers just because they

The problem that needs to be confronted is the separation of immigrant families in the U.S. due to the different legal statuses within them.

It is challenging being the oldest child in every family. What is even harder, is being the first child of immigrant parents. From the obstacles I faced, I was able to become independent. My parents left El Salvador to go to America for a better life. When they left their country my mother was pregnant with her first child which was me. After I was born and I began to grow, the only language I spoke and heard was Spanish. Since both my parent spoke little English and spoke mostly Spanish I thought it was only natural for me to follow them.

I have not seen my parents in three years. I came to the United States when I was eighteen to become an American chemical engineer. I have met new people in the new land and made friends with a few of them. The longer I am away from my parents and the more I interact with people, the more I realize my parents have a significant influence to shape who I am today. Looking back the time I was with my parents, I have found several odd things in my house that I did not notice when I was a kid. To many people, they probably think my parents are strange. However, when I have grown up and traveled around the world, I am astonished to realize those things resemble the beautiful personality of my parents.