I'm Not a Tienes American, but I've Never Had the Courage to Ask

i can't imagine what my dad had to endure or to experience. He literally didn't know a single person here. The typical story that he had 50 dollars in his pocket is true. And somehow, in between new york city, my dad wound up in a small coal mining town in kentucky. I have no idea how or what, but i believe it was a little bit to do with emigration and an getting sort of a student visa. Then he obviously came back to work as restaurants. There's giant, giant holes in my dad's story. Growing up, i just never had the courage to ask,. Because i was always envious of how other white kids had