Being the Immigrant Child: the Burden of a Generation before Us

There’s a certain wistfulness when I look in your eyes. I cannot even begin to imagine the emotions that swirled through your mind as you left the shores of your home and stepped on a land that would never be yours. The promise of a better life, the idea that everything would be okay, the hope that your family would thrive in what you weren’t aware was really a house of cards.