When you spend your life half a world away, things start to feel gray. Histories are forgotten. Memories faded. The life you once knew disappears as time moves on.
This is the life of an Immigrant. One who is raised through two cultures. One who can only connect to the few that come from the same background. This is the life that many of us live.
But there is hope, for the blood of our ancestors runs strong, and those memories can still be retained. We have the stories passed down from our elders. The photographs taken and stored away. We have each other, We have our community, And we still have our culture.
This story is about immigration,
filled with love and connection,
With two families combined,
And two histories intertwined,
This story contains My Home, My Blood, and My life
