Welcome Aboard
I was forced to leave the place I called home for the majority of my life.
March 16, 2010 is a day I will never forget; it was the day I traveled in a time machine and arrived in a different dimension. And yes, I’m talking about moving to America, or what someone like me might call the “Land of Drive-Thrus.”
My origin is rooted deep within the soil of my homeland, Hong Kong. From falling off a slide to meeting the Monkey King, each of my memories in Hong Kong is a part of the jigsaw puzzle that represents my life. This puzzle would be incomplete if any pieces were missing, as each piece has its assigned location, placed one by one, side by side. “Look, son, I think you need a better education. Where else would you get a better
I was forced to leave the place I called home for the majority of my life.
March 16, 2010 is a day I will never forget; it was the day I traveled in a time machine and arrived in a different dimension. And yes, I’m talking about moving to America, or what someone like me might call the “Land of Drive-Thrus.”
My origin is rooted deep within the soil of my homeland, Hong Kong. From falling off a slide to meeting the Monkey King, each of my memories in Hong Kong is a part of the jigsaw puzzle that represents my life. This puzzle would be incomplete if any pieces were missing, as each piece has its assigned location, placed one by one, side by side. “Look, son, I think you need a better education. Where else would you get a better