Growing up, I felt a feeling of resentment toward my parents, who only seldom brought up the “what if,” of my whole family moving to the United States before they actually made it into reality when I was 7. I cried restlessly both day and night from being homesick of the land I’ve grown to know for the 7 beginning years of my life, until it forced my mom to lie to me that, “this whole thing is just a vacation.” And with that thought, I’ve been on vacation in the United States for 10 years. My parents had previously held prestigious positions in their respective career fields in South Korea. They were in their early 20’s with ambition and dreams much bigger than I could ever imagine. I couldn’t wrap my head around how ambitious someone would have to be in …show more content…
They struggled to make ends meet, making them work day and night to provide my brother and I with education, shelter, food, and all the other necessities we needed. As I grew from a little 7 year old to a 17 year old, I saw my parents’ hairs beginning to change color as color would sweep leaves in months of Autumn. Their eyes began to seem hollower, their smiles weaker, and their faces drained of color. I rarely saw my father who worked multiple jobs to maintain food on the table. In the innocent age, I wanted nothing but to own a bank to shower my parents with all the money in the world. 
 As time passed by and my ability to speak English improved, I became not only their daughter, but their translator as well. From around age 9, with the little broken English I knew, I assisted my parents in conversing and understanding at banks, pharmacies, doctors, and at any kind of business transactions. I felt a sense of pride by being able to do something my parents couldn’t, which looking back, makes me feel guilty for being prideful in their helplessness. I became someone my parents and my brother relied on, and with every birthday added a different company to translate for — phone companies, insurance