Immigration
Living with 2 immigrants parents isn't easy, hiding the shadows with them, living in fear and worriment.
Learning form 2 different cultures, 2 different languages, 2 different nations. Having to teach your parents some English because "I don't speak Spanish only English." Having to teach your parents the American culture while they teach you their culture from Mexico. Listening to them saying "I miss those days when we went to the lake. I miss those days of being disobedient." Listening to them saying that they haven't seen their family in 20 or more years, seeing their faces trying not to cry in front of because they want you to be successful and see you do better than they ever have.
Before I was born, my dad crossed the boarder and when I was listening to his story, I was imagining how hard was it for him to cross. Crying of him about to die, without no food and water. "Debo darle gracias a dios a ese hombre por ayudar me pasar la frontera cuando ya mero me moria." Translation, I want to thank god for that man who helped me cross the boarder when I was about to die. Now seeing him, working from 2 in the morning until 2 in the afternoon, seeing bags under his eyes because of no rest for helping out his daughters on their homework, when he didn't be able to graduate high school. Asking me how to say things in English and looking over my shoulders to get the knowledge that he didn't get. The oldest of the family, being the role model for a sister and a brother. Having to set an example of graduating first in high school and college.
Many immigrants having different stories to be in the United states and crossing the boarder.