“My parents immigrated to the United States from their home countries. My mother is from South Korea, and my father is from Peru. They went to Los Angeles to start their new lives. They met each other at an English learning class and fell in love. They became citizens of the United States shortly after. Then they brought my older brother into the world. We grew up in a Korean household. I think we fit the Asian stereotype, learning instruments and martial arts and getting disciplined with household items. Of course, amongst other things, a rice cooker, no shoes in the house only slippers and the grand prize of them all, straight A’s all around. My parents were loving and very strict. It goes for any immigrant parents I believe, they wanted the absolute best for their children. It’s safe to say, we had the best childhood. My mother wanted to educate us, so she took us to libraries, museums, and book fairs. Unfortunately, when I was a sophomore in high school, my mom passed away from ALS. My dad had to be the mom and the dad. I had a terrible time trying to move on. I needed a change, a big one. My boyfriend’s family lives here in El Paso, so they graciously offered me to stay with them. I needed a change, so I packed two suitcases filled with essentials and got on a bus to the Sun City. Moving here, I missed home so much, California is everything to me, but I chose to sacrifice it to better my future. Living here, I met my best friend who was born and raised here, and she showed me the whole city. Little by little, El Paso became my home”-@jennsbio.
