They worked very hard to provide for each other, their families, and the three children they would eventually give birth to. My father as an old man often tells stories of how he did many odd jobs while studying every minute of his free time. My mother sometimes mentions the difficulties she, her sisters, and her mother had in the transition to living in America. Yet, despite all these difficulties, they managed to stay strong and live an extraordinary life. In their free time, they told these stories to my siblings and me to teach us the importance of work and persistence, just like my grandparents told my parents when they were children. My parents were never very emotionally open people, and that's understandable. Their strong and resilient appearance was the result of many decades of hard work and survival. It was considered weak to show vulnerability. Because of this, my parents showed little emotion and taught me and my siblings to do the same, no matter how harshly we were treated. But they also comforted us, saying that this “harshness” is just how adults are, and beneath the harshness is the love and care that unites our family. Despite their persistence, my parents always do their best to provide love on their own