To understand who I am, it is necessary to know my past. I was made by refugees. Refugees who fought hard to stay in the US, who paid their taxes and was still discriminated upon, who failed to finish school because I was created. Refugees who work day by day just to ensure we have food in our fridge, a roof over our heads, and a warm bed to come home to at night. Refugees who gave me hope to thrive and reach beyond what society thought about children who were born into poverty. I am the first generation born in America of Cambodian and Vietnamese descent. I am also the first of my generation to go to college. In the future, I will become someone for my siblings to look up to, someone my parents can brag about, someone I will be proud of and have a mark. I grew up poor. Because of my parents and their families being refugees and living in the depths of North Philadelphia, they were looked down upon, “out of sight, out of mind.” My parents would receive glaring eyes every time they pulled out and swiped their food stamp card. Growing up, my parents constantly shared their …show more content…
They support my decisions every step of the way. Their constant need to support me financially and emotionally has come to an end since I work an amazing job in the heart of Center City and I am quite confident in everything I do. They say I am too stubborn, but it’s because I get it from them. In the future, I will give them anything they need. I want to be the one to buy them each a paid off home that is well furnished and has a fridge stuffed with food. Essentially, I want to give back for everything they had done from support to love. They deserve to be old and go on luxurious vacations when they’re wrinkly and saggy. I am the person I am today, because of my parents, from their hard work and drive to be better than just a refugee living in