Sticky

As a family of six, the amount of stuff we have is unreasonable.  I can take the blame for most of the things that come into our home, as my kids are still very little. I came to America, “The Land of the Free,” as a five year old from an impoverished country. We did not have much when my parents and three older siblings arrived here legally. My father worked in construction for years, before he was able to petition the rest of us. As soon as we arrived, my mother was hired as a maid in a five-star hotel. We lived paycheck to paycheck.Read More →