My parents came to America from Korea, with barely a couple hundred dollars in their pocket. Had me right as they got here. Completely different culture. Didn’t speak English. Didn’t have a job. They didn’t understand America the way they knew Korea. Growing up, as a child I remember, thinking or realizing I would need to try, work at least twice as hard to “make it”, fit in, be accepted or just even reach the same things as those that have been here for generations.