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  • The picture above was taken the moment my parents immigrated into the U.S. Going up the novel escalators with smiles sparkling with an American Dream. They were so excited to start a new life they even made sure my entire white outfit matched with their white tops. My mom told me, "I bought you new shoes for that day, I wanted your first steps onto this new nation full of opportunities to be in clean white new shoes, I wanted you to be just as great as anyone else." But as you can tell by the look on my face, I had no idea my parents had packaged so much hopes and dreams into me. And to this day... I still will never be able to grasp the love they have for me. A LOVE that only a mother and a father can understand.

    In my mind my parents have always been my superheroes. Boat people. Refugees. Leaving behind a fallen home country they grew up to love. Leaving behind their love ones, their family, to get on a tiny boat with only the clothes on their backs and a positive vision for the future; accepting that they might not even make it. To bring me to this land here, America. Giving me the freedom to be anyone I wish to become. A SACRIFICE only a mother and a father can make.

    Being in your 20's is such an inspiring age. All you know how to do is live. Your life is moving at a face pace and you have everything going for you. You walk around beaming with energy, confidence, and zest for life. Life is so great that sometimes you forget to notice that your parents are aging. The superheroes in my mind now speak to me with a worried, tired, jaded tone. Has some difficulty catching up to me when we walk. Has a entire counter of medication they need to take. Has eyes coupled with wrinkles from all the years of hard work, struggling to provide their kids with food, shelter, college. As my life is getting brighter and brighter, I start to notice my parent's getting dimmer and dimmer. A heart-aching REALIZATION that only a daughter or son can witness.

    I love you ba. I love you mẹ. I know I don't say it enough, it's only because it's more than words can express.
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