The Hands of Greatness

My Grandmother's Hands
My Grandmother's Hands

My grandmother was born in 1946 and as an adult she worked in a factory in the Dominican Republic. In 1991 she migrated from the Dominican Republic to the United States in hopes of a better future not only for herself but for the family she left behind. Not knowing a word of English, she managed to find a job as a waitress in a local restaurant in Manhattan and earn money to survive and send money back to the three children she left behind. Although she faced a lot of obstacles and challenges she never gave up. Being alone in a country that was foreign to her only gave her the push she needed to keep on. Eventually she was able to bring her three children to the United States. Because of her I am here today sharing with you her story. Being a 3rd generation of immigrant and being the first to attend and finish college only shows that her hard work is continuously paying off. I am grateful that she made the decision to migrate and made it possible for me to be where I am today. Everything I accomplish is for her because seeing her smile and proud of me is one of the ways I can repay her for everything she went through. 

Place(s): Dominican Republic - New York
Year: 1989

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Relationship:  Grandchild of im/migrant Grandchild of im/migrant