How being a child of immigrants shaped my adulthood

I grew up as child of immigrants and I was embarrassed by it. I was living in a neighborhood and going to school with people who looked nothing like me. I had to shy away from going to class-mates birthday parties because my family couldn’t afford to buy a gift. On career day, I’d see parents line up to talk about their fabulous jobs as doctors, architects, business moguls as their kids beamed with pride. Whereas my dad was tethered to a hospital bed in desperate need of a kidney and my mom worked at a factory overnight. Our family outside of America thought we were…