By Sam Yang - Get similar updates here
As a young boy, when we were still new to the United States, on the 4th of July, I remember my father out on our lawn raising the American flag. At the time, our family faced a lot of racism. I was constantly bullied at school on the basis of my nationality. I was still, at this point, begging to go back to South Korea. I asked my father why he was raising the flag.
My father was not someone who liked to explain himself. He simply said,
I learned much of my conscientiousness from him. To do what's right in spite of temporary feelings.
Now as a man, my late father's words have new meaning. This is my home. I am an American.
This is our Fourth of July.