My dad immigrated with nothing.
No savings. No connections. Not even enough English to ask for directions without feeling embarrassed. He worked three jobs—whatever he could find. Night shifts, weekend labor, anything that paid cash. He came home exhausted, smelling like sweat and grease, his hands cracked and swollen.
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