By Julieann
Julieann in Le Louvre
The cobblestone streets of Paris shimmered under the evening lights when my friend suddenly asked, “What are three things you’re grateful for?”
We had spent the day shopping, drinking wine, and visiting museums ― laughter echoing through the narrow streets, everything feeling light and blissful. Without hesitation, I said, “I’m grateful for a life that allows me this freedom ― to travel, to explore, and to enjoy all this without worry.”
The moment I said it, I knew it wasn’t luck. My freedom is the product of my parents’ sacrifices. When they immigrated from Wenzhou to Los Angeles, they didn’t have the luxury to travel or relax. Their world revolved around hard work, saving money, and building a foundation strong enough for their family to stand on.
Because of their perseverance, I was able to attend the college of my choice without financial stress. That education led to a stable career ― one that gives me comfort and independence. I live freely now, but only because they spent decades ensuring that freedom could exist.
If my parents could see me in that moment ― walking down a Parisian street, glass of wine in hand, smiling at the beauty around me ― I hope they’d feel pride more than anything else. Their years of dedication have transformed into this quiet peace: their children living without fear, chasing dreams they once couldn’t afford to imagine.
Eiffel Tower of France
The story of the Wenzhou community is one of courage passed down through generations. My parents’ struggles became stability, and that stability became my springboard to the world.
Every flight I take, every meal I savor, every new city I discover ― all are reminders of the life they built for me. My freedom is their legacy, and I carry it with endless gratitude.10/2025
