My Hero, My Grandmother: A Legacy of Strength and Love
My Hero, My Grandmother: A Legacy of Strength and Love There are people in our lives who shape us in ways that words can barely touch. For me, that person is—and always will be—my grandmother on my mom’s side. She was my hero before I even knew what the word meant. After my grandfather passed away far too early, my grandmother faced a crossroads most would find unimaginable. With limited English, and her son already studying at Northeastern University in Boston, she made the brave decision to pack up her life and move from everything she knew to start over in a new country. She brought with her my aunt and my mother, who was just a little girl at the time. Boston became home—but it was never easy. My grandmother raised three children on her own. She didn’t just survive; she thrived through hard work and fierce determination. She worked in various jobs, eventually finding her way into immigration services, where she worked for over 15 years. But beyond her work, she raised a fa...