I’m Japanese. I’m also Mexican and Puerto Rican. My grandparents met during the Korean War. My grandmother was a Japanese war bride; my grandfather was a Mexican American army man. One of their daughters is my awesome mom who married my dad who is Puerto Rican (they’re divorced now) so I’m what has been termed a “Japorican” (a Japanese, Mexican, Puerto Rican American)! We’re not even going to talk about how mixed my kids are 🙂 My grandmother came to the States not knowing the language. She was and forever will be the strongest woman I’ve ever known. I learned from her how to stand up for what I believe and to never be afraid to let my voice be heard. She lived an incredible life. I know the devastation to her home country would be heartbreaking to her. Today I’m joining my fellow bloggers in a day of silence.
