I grew up not seeing my mom or dad at 8pm. We were never hungry, but food wasnt always available and they’d open up a can of spaghetti or make soy sauce/rice and we’d share that as a family meal of 4. I was the first one to go to college, and mostly lived in the college library and slept in a closet or friend’s couch. I busted my ass to become a software engineer and happy that I made it.
But honestly, my life wasn’t so bad, compared to the many other immigrants, broken homes, and other struggles people have.
I grew up not seeing my mom or dad at 8pm. We were never hungry, but food wasnt always available and they’d open up a can of spaghetti or make soy sauce/rice and we’d share that as a family meal of 4. I was the first one to go to college, and mostly lived in the college library and slept in a closet or friend’s couch. I busted my ass to become a software engineer and happy that I made it.
But honestly, my life wasn’t so bad, compared to the many other immigrants, broken homes, and other struggles people have.
I realized when I joined the Army and finally had enough food that I had basically been starving my entire life.