Being born and raised in a family that migrated from overseas to the United States brings about a lot of catching up to do for an entire family and especially for the children involved. Families that are well established in a country with family lineage is typically easy for most since it doesn't take a lot of effort to know people in this buddy-buddy society where merits don't always get you as far as knowing people in the right places. This type of society doesn't make it easy for foreigners or their children, so for me to grow into this society without any local lineage has posed it's difficulties while trying to blend in and create a place for myself. This of course is the story of my life.
In 1972, shortly after my parents' marriage, my father moved from Pakistan to the United States and chose to reside in New York. Once he was able to establish himself to a point where he could support my mother, she came to join him in 1973. After my mother's arrival, my father used his architecture degree from Pakistan to help get a job in Jacksonville, Florida. While this was not a long term job, it did enable my parents to be happy and comfortable enough to start a family. In 1974, my mother gave birth to their first child, my sister. Things were going great for them. A year later, when the...
Being born and raised in a family that migrated from overseas to the United States brings about a lot of catching up to do for an entire family and especially for the children involved. Families that are well established in a country with family lineage is typically easy for most since it doesn't take a lot of effort to know people in this buddy-buddy society where merits don't always get you as far as knowing people in the right places. This type of society doesn't make it easy for foreigners or their children, so for me to grow into this society without any local lineage has posed it's difficulties while trying to blend in and create a place for myself. This of course is the story of my life.
In 1972, shortly after my parents' marriage, my father moved from Pakistan to the United States and chose to reside in New York. Once he was able to establish himself to a point where he could support my mother, she came to join him in 1973. After my mother's arrival, my father used his architecture degree from Pakistan to help get a job in Jacksonville, Florida. While this was not a long term job, it did enable my parents to be happy and comfortable enough to start a family. In 1974, my mother gave birth to their first child, my sister. Things were going great for them. A year later, when the...
การแปล กรุณารอสักครู่..
