Dear First Gen,
(This is a chapter from the book, "The Rise of a First Gen".)
For many years, I could not forgive them. I was too upset with them for what they did.
It began in 3rd grade when I was introduced to the violin. I had violin classes during my math class and I loved it.
I learned how to play the strings and reveled at the music I was playing. I was given my own violin to take home and practice when I had free time.
My enjoyment turned to sadness when my math teacher told my parents that my grades were slipping. They told me we did not come to America for a low academic performance.
My parents did not have a conversation with me or give me a chance to improve. I was simply removed from violin class and my violin was returned to the music store.
No longer could I learn the melodies that brought a smile to my face. No longer could I develop the skills to play a musical instrument.