I still vividly remember my intense desire to escape the refugee camp and resettle in the United States. Witnessing my mother’s struggle following my father’s passing in December of 2009, I was determined to alleviate her hardships. Prayers for miracles and new opportunities filled my heart, as I knew deep down that a lifelong stay in the refugee camp was not my destiny.
In 2011, our dreams came true, and we arrived in the US with hopes of a better life. However, the journey has not been without its challenges. Initially residing in Las Vegas for 16 months, we eventually moved to Omaha in search of employment opportunities for my mother. Seeing how tirelessly she worked to adjust to a new language, culture and way of life left a lasting impression on me. Despite the hardships, she never gave up.