Neither of my parents were born in this country, neither of them spoke English as their first language. They came here for all of the opportunities. My father was a doctor, he served in the US Air Force. He was Puerto Rican, an American citizen, but still treated like an immigrant. My mother was German, she worked a secretary. She held a green card until she became a US citizen when she was 60. They both loved this country and were proud to have an American daughter.
I am proud to be an American, I love this country and I am proud to be a child of immigrants.