Being the Immigrant Child: the Burden of a Generation before Us

Renee Kapuku Ed.M.
Nov 4 · 4 min read
Annie Spratt via Unsplash: https://unsplash.com/photos/1YnBzhJISg4

There’s a certain wistfulness when I look in your eyes. I cannot even begin to imagine the emotions that swirled through your mind as you left the shores of your home and stepped on a land that would never be yours. The promise of a better life, the idea that everything would be okay, the hope that your family would thrive in what you weren’t aware was really a house of cards.

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Renee Kapuku Ed.M.

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