Childhood

1978 Coming to America not knowing how to speak English was very difficult for my parents. When we first arrived from Mexico we stayed with friends. It was nice having friends willing to help us settle. However, like good friends we didn’t want to overstay our welcome so my parents decide to look for and apartment. Finding an apartment was very difficult because I was 18 months old and landlords did not want to rent to immigrants especially immigrants with a toddler. We finally found a kind older white couple that opened their doors to us. They were the kindest people you could imagine. My parents didn’t understand anything the gentleman would say to them but he always brought me pez heads. For as long as we leaved there my parents called the kind landlord Mr. Okay because he would always say okay.