I reminisce when I was just beginning my adolescent years. I was a bystander to what my parents had to struggle with, and they’ve told me about their journey. Five years, they knew nothing, absolutely anything about speaking English. When they would go out somewhere their only way of communication was using their hands. One thing I remember my father would tell me, “I didn’t take this journey for myself… I did it for you so you would have a greater opportunity than me.” Once I mastered the English language, I began to interpret and translate for my parents at a young age. My father had a terrible accident his index finger had hydraulic oil inserted. He was rushed to the ER in Cresco, but they couldn’t do anything. He was shipped to Rochester
