STUDENT VOICE: When you grow up as a Hispanic woman with a single parent the world is bound to view you in a certain way that is all too often not positive
“Everyone’s story starts somewhere. Mine started in the Dominican Republic when I was born to a teacher and an accountant. They had stars in their eyes when they envisioned my future. Looking around the small island during an economic depression amongst its beautiful palm trees, they knew that the future they envisioned would not be possible there. With four small children, they took all they had and moved to the United States. Soon, our family became smaller, as my parents separated.”