My Parents' Daughter

I was born in the latter half of the 1970's in the heart of the Texas Medical Center. My mom had then been in the States for about 5 years, and my dad had been here two years. I'm sure the New World bewildered them. They've told me stories of how hard it was. They always wish that my brother and I will never go through such difficulty or struggle. I look back and try to imagine how it was for them and I can't. They were brave to leave their homes and start all over again. I think in a way I'm following in their footsteps even though I would have abhorred the thought a few years ago. I'm their daughter indeed.