The Struggle Of Immigrants To Babysit My Children

My mother immigrated to United States, the land of freedom, from Vietnam in the mid – 1990s. At the age of 17, her hope for a bright future would soon be crushed. She was denied an education after being told by her older brother, who sponsored her for a green card, “I’m not going to register you to a high school, for I want you to babysit my children.” In 2002, things took a turn for the better for a brief period. Late in her 20s, she found another opportunity to finish high school. However, her plans changed as I was born and she was faced with the numerous responsibilities that come with raising a child.
Fast forwarding to 2016. My father is a skinny old man who works under the blazing sun, drenched in sweat and always stressed as it is