It’s been almost a year since I dipped my toes into the big ocean of the United States, but somehow I turned out fine. Honestly, this country seemed like a piece of cake. My hard work in Taiwan led me down this path, and America seemed like the place to show my voice the most. However, English isn’t my strong ... Read More »
I was born in the Jalisco, Guadalajara, Mexico in 1983. I lived with my Mom, Ana; my Dad, Rogelio; and my brother, Rogelio Jr. My Dad worked in the fields going back and forth to America while me and my family stayed in Jalisco. He was going back and for work so often that he came to us with an ... Read More »
It seemed like a great idea at the time. The duck stood contently on a rock, gazing off at the burning sun melting into the pink-orange horizon. Or maybe just at some delicious seeds on the grass, I couldn’t tell for sure. And not three feet away lay the mischievous hands of two teenage Chinese boys looking for fun on ... Read More »
The person I am today is very different from who I was when I was growing up. I remember the day my mother told me we were moving to California. I was only eight years old so I did not fully understand what that meant, but I remember feeling my heart racing and a smile forming on my face when ... Read More »
“Mijo, it’s time to go.” My papa wakes me from a deep dream of beautiful cities, promise, fortune, and most of all the food awaiting us in America. It was about 3:30 and we had been very tired due to the long trek we’ve already made into Mexico since we had no money to buy transport nor owned any vehicles. ... Read More »
Have you ever immigrated to a foreign country, landing without any prior knowledge to the language? I came to the United States from Taiwan in the 1980s, the last of my family to have immigrated to the United States since the communists targeted our family. One by one, we left quietly, avoiding communist suspicions. Being the youngest of the family ... Read More »
I was 18 years old when my cousins, a couple friends, and I boarded the ship en route to Canada. The four of us had heard of these job opportunities in Canada and how Canadians were looking for immigrants from Europe to come and work. We packed our bags and headed to the ship. When we arrived, the ship looked ... Read More »
“United Airlines flight 1715 arriving from Tokyo just entered gate 23 at SFO International Terminal,” the overhead monotone voice echoed throughout the airport flooding with rushing people. I exited from gate 23 to walk upon what seemed to be a flawless reflection. It was transparent, but it had a fluent motion. Was it a waterfall? I never seen anything like ... Read More »
When I was a kid, my father told me exciting stories about his business trips to America. I was always exhilarated to listen to his stories and every night, I daydreamed of going to America. When I graduated from elementary school, my father gave me an English-Japanese dictionary. After a decade, I went to Stanford Graduate School of Business from ... Read More »
I remember my father telling me about the long yet interesting stories of his travels to the US. One night my parents came in to talk to me, their expressions looked happy and excited. I was curious to hear what they had to say to me. My mother’s voice was soft as she was breaking the news that they were ... Read More »