Currently listening to: 21 guns – Green Day
Do you know what’s worth fighting for
When it’s not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?
You’re in ruins
My mom was working at Martin Luther King Jr. Hospital and my dad owned a gas station in Los Angeles at that time. My parents hired a babysitter while my parents were at work. The babysitter didn’t last long because it turned out that she was stealing from my parents.
My dad’s gas station was constantly getting robbed and it was getting dangerous as guns were drawn on him multiple times. They faced racism, had difficulty speaking English, and were very homesick. They questioned whether or not they made the right decision but decided that they needed to trust the process.
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