A mothers choice.

I come from a family of immigrants. Both my mother and step-father are immigrants from Sudan, and I was born there and lived there for three years of my life. My birth parents divorced when I was young and my mother and I moved to America where she met my step-dad. They married and had four wonderful kids of their own. That makes five kids including myself in our household but my mother actually has six kids. When we moved to Minnesota my mother was forced to make a decision that has had the biggest impact of my life. She was forced to choose between my older sister and I as to who would go to America with her. She chose me, and my sister stayed in Africa with my dad. There is no question in my mind as to how difficult this decision was for my mother and there is no question in my mind as to how incredibly grateful I am. I have been able to do so many things with my life that my older sister has not been able to do. I go to a wonderful university getting an excellent education and this is all made possible by my wonderful mother and step-father, who have always told me time and time again that there is nothing they want more from me than my success. My parents work hard for what they have and truly have lived "an immigrants life." It's been quite hard on them living this life of ours. But I have so much respect for what they have done for my younger siblings and I. My family, especially my mother, has made a great impact on my life and the person I am today. My "history" whatever it is that it will be made of, will have large and prominent impacts from my family and I am so very grateful.