My family had to flee Laos which at the time when it was a war torn country. At that time my father planned the best escape that he could under the circumstances. You see we were a family of five with three children under the age of four. None of the groups wanted to wait so long because no one ... Read More »
The trees whizzed by me; I knew that if I stayed much longer I’d be killed. In the days right after the first World War, you could never trust anyone. After what felt like hours of running, noises and light began to appear. The hammer of a blacksmith, the cry of a baby. This is what I’ve been looking for. ... Read More »
My mother was born in Seoul, South Korea in 1968 and lived there for the first five years of her life. At the time of her childhood, South Korea was rather poor, only beginning to become a developed country. She took morning walks with her family: her parents, her older brother, and her younger brother. Her younger brother would be ... Read More »
As communism spread like wildfire across the vast land of China, my great grandfather made a decision. As soon as his father passed away he would pack up his family and take them to America. It was hard for his first son, George, to leave Chung Sar, a small village he had been raised in outside of Hong Kong. Things ... Read More »
Guillermo Ortiz (name changed), is 45 years old and was born and raised in Nueva Italia Michoacan. He immigrated from Tijuana, Mexico to San Fernando, California in the span of three days. He is currently a mechanic in gardening equipment and he likes to watch soccer and play his guitar as well as sing to pass time. I chose this ... Read More »
His name is Ricardo Maldonado Garcia – my father. He was born on the 30th of March in the year 1963. Born into a poor Mexican family where he struggled to do anything and it didn’t help being raised in a remote pueblo in Michoacan called Tumbiscatio. He was only 18 at the time when he left his home country ... Read More »