Mi familia y yo celebrando las pausqua
Family means creating a path for future generations.
Je Yon Jung, Washington D.C.
We love our son, Sahn!
Hyeyoung Lee — Chicago, IL
I came to the U.S. 10 years ago as an international student. I met my husband at the school where I studied. We got married in 2009 and had our new addition on March 7th, 2013. This photo was taken last week at the retreat center, Rochester, IN. Our son’s name is Sahn which means mountain in Korean. Many Asian people mentioned that Sahn looks like American (whatever that means), and many of my American friends said that he looks like an Asian baby. I think my son has to deal with this in his life being questioned by many people where he belongs to. Raising a bi-cultural/racial child will be an interesting for us as we also have to face this kind of questions. Someday we will have conversation with Sahn what it means to be both Korean and American.
My Family is Important
My family is my single most important thing in my life because I know that I can always rely on them, and also they’ll always be there for me no matter what happens. My life would be meaningless without my family because we love, care and support each other. I always put my family first, and they just do the same.
Immigration is about my Family
Dae Joong Yoon - Los Angeles, CA
My mom was born in North Korea. When she was twelve, she, her mom (my grandmother), older sister, and two younger brothers walked for days from the North to South Korea. They left her father behind with the expectation that he would rejoin within weeks. Instead, the Korean War broke out. Since that time, till today, for over 60 years, she has had no communication with her father. She does not even know if the father is still alive or passed away, and if he died, how or when. Whenever there is a family gather, we start with a prayer and my mother starts to cry. As soon as she utters the words; “Our father,” I know she is referring to God but am aware that she has been wanted to call out to her own beloved father. We immigrated to the U.S. in order to be reunited with my grandmother, aunts and uncles. My mother’s brother sponsored my mom. My mom chose to come because keeping the family together meant everything for her. Yet, it was not an easy choice. To come, she also had to leave behind her oldest son, my brother, because he was 22 years of age and there were limited visas for adult children. I can remember the day we said goodbye to my brother at the airport. My mother cried the entire ride on the plane. We arrived in America in 1988. Until my brother was able to join us 5 years later, whenever we gathered to eat, my mother would say “Oh Father” and “Please take care of our Hak Joong.” And then my mother wept. Korean Americans have endured painful separations because of the Korean War. America must have an immigration system that unites families. Immigration is about family.
**Please note: This photo was submitted by a NAKASEC, KRCC, kRC staff member and is meant to serve as a sample for the “We Are America, America is Home” photo contest. This will not be part of the final batch of photos that will be considered in the actual contest and is not eligible to be voted on for prizes. **
Last Picture of my Family Together
Sagar Patagundi Louisville, KY
THIS IS AS FAR BACK AS I CAN REMEMBER THE LAST PICTURE OF MY FAMILY TOGETHER THAT I HAVE SEEN. WANT TO KNOW WHY??
I was looking for a picture of my family. I came to realize that I don’t have any pictures of my family together since I was at age 3-4. These past 21 years of my life there has someone always that’s been missing out of my life because of immigration issues.
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Sagar Patagundi Louisville, KY
We are a Family of Women
Alexis Ruiz — Acworth, GA
My mother raised my two sisters and I on her own. After overstaying her student visa, she became undocumented and we all felt the repercussions. My mother’s job options were very limited, but our struggles forged our bond and helped us become stronger, more independent women.
Today, we continue communicating each other’s joys, sorrows, and laughter. I am grateful for the sacrifice mom made to offer my sister’s and me the world. There’s a lot of misinformation out there that hides the reality that people come to the US to work hard and give back above all else. Humanity is always looking to give their family the absolute best. Immigrants are no different. My family is no different.
Somos mujeres. Somos inmigrantes.
My Immigrant Family
This is my immigrant family. This photo is taken in late 2012. The folks in the picture are my dad, my brother Galaxy, his wife, me, my mom, my brother Pulsar, and his girlfriend (my older sister May is not pictured). As you can see, there is a theme to our family’s named, and that is why we took this picture at Chicago’s Adler Planetarium.
My family parents immigrated here from Hong Kong, and my 3 older siblings were born in Canada and Saudi Arabia - I’m the first born here. In August 2012, my mom had a stroke, immobilizing her left side. This picture was taken only 2-3 months after her stroke. With a lot of help from the folks at the Rehab Institute of Chicago, she was able to walk through parts of the planetarium with a cane, although she was in a wheelchair for most of it. I’m proud of this picture because it shows how strong my mom has become despite her stroke, and how strong immigrant mothers and immigrant women can be.