My mother, my sister and I arrived in nyc in 1999. Back in the Dominican Republic, my mother was a homemaker. However, things changed once we arrived here. After so many years she had to enter the workforce in a foreign country like many immigrants. Which meant she had to learn a new language at the age of 43. After a few months my mother started working  in a electropolishing factory in Brooklyn. Thanks to this job she was able to provide for use and for our family back home. While working there she developed great friendships, this gave us some sense of community that we had lost when we left our country. It wasn't easy but my mother overcame many obstacles to give us a better life. She larned the language and embraced her accent.  I am very proud of mother and our journey as immigrants. 

– RJ

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