My family’s journey in the US started with my grandfather and my mom. My grandfather came to the US with his daughter (my mom) who was pregnant with me. He worked in a factory. I don’t remember which factory he worked at but it was manual labor. My mom worked at McDonald’s. My father didn’t come in the US until I was four years old and my younger sister was two. But I visited him in Haiti when I was one. According to him, when I saw him, I went in his arms as I knew him. He showed me off to his family and friends because I was such a beautiful baby. My father was an engineer in Haiti, and he went to school in the US while working when my siblings and I were younger. I remember my mom working as a CNA and sending me to my older cousin's house while she worked. I remember living in a small apartment with my parents, grandparents and siblings. Before my baby sister was born (making it five), my parents had four kids. My dad was working to pay the bills and my mom was a stay at home mom. My grandfather got injured at work and and he got a large some of money from them, which helped fund the church our community (the people my parents knew from Haiti) is part of. My parents and grandfather have citizenship. When they talk about their migration they dont seem to ever talk about struggling. I don’t remember struggling at all as a child. I always had everything I need, clothes, food, family. 

– MV

Relationship:  Child of im/migrant Child of im/migrant