A Daughter of Immigrants
When I was growing up, the last thing I ever wanted to admit was that I was a first-generation American. But now, as time has passed, there is a great pride and distinction in that my family started here with nothing, and made their own small slice of the American dream. America, The Promised Land When you sit back and think about it, it’s pretty extraordinary that people dream of coming to America. In my travels around the world, I’ve found myself in orphanages in Ghana, schools in Sri Lanka, and children’s hospitals in Tanzania. The teachers would introduce me…
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