I come from a family of working people. My parents were Guatemalan immigrants who spent most of their lives in the service industry.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My mother took care of us until my father scrammed, and then she ended up working in the small-factory sector of New Jersey with a lot of other immigrants.
My parents were immigrants.
I'm from a lower middle class background; all my family were immigrants.
My parents were immigrants and janitors.
Both my parents were migrant workers who came to the U.K. in the Fifties to better themselves. The culture I grew up in was to work hard, save hard and to look after your family.
I'm first generation in the country - my family's Mexican.
Both of my parents were born into poor families on the island of Cuba. They came to America because it was the only place where people like them could have a chance.
In Sweden, I went to an English school, where there was a mishmash of people from all over the world. Some were diplomatic kids with a lot of money, some were ghetto kids who came up from the suburbs, and I grew up in between. There's a community of second generation immigrants, and I became part of that because I had an American father.
My father was a Jewish immigrant who settled in Argentina and was left to his own devices at the age of 15. My mother was a teacher, herself the daughter of a poor immigrant family.
My parents were European immigrants. They came to the States with $1,500, two suitcases, and me, and they managed to build a business, a family, and a future for their family. They didn't have any of the resources of people who have lived here for two or three generations.