I Am the Child of Immigrants

Neither of my parents were born in this country, neither of them spoke English as their first language. They came here for all of the opportunities. My father was a doctor, he served in the US Air Force. He was Puerto Rican, an American citizen, but still treated like an immigrant. My mother was German, she worked a secretary. She held a green card until she became a US citizen when she was 60. They both loved this country and were proud to have an American daughter.

I am proud to be an American, I love this country and I am proud to be a child of immigrants.