In America, everybody has a household story of immigration. Each household, sooner or later, has had anyone go away their native nation behind to seek for a greater life. How did they maintain onto their id? How did they adapt to their new life? Each household has a particular story. In my case, it is my Chinese language-American story. My father would at all times inform us his story about strolling for 7 days and 6 nights, earlier than swimming for 4 hours to Macau to flee communism in 1966. His story would fall on my deaf ears till I returned to China with him.
