The Experience of Another

I have always thought of America as my home, considering I was born and raised up here my whole life. However, to others this might not hold as true. I am talking about my parents. They were both born and brought up in India till my dad came here to get his master's degree. Once my dad was out of college he got an apartment and his wife, my mom, came to live with him. Both my parents always found the American culture as not only fascinating due to new experience, but also very open and accepting. By dad never ran into any troubles or hardships, relating to his origins, when he was in college and neither did my mom. My dad once told me that in fact he was able to "grow socially and economically" in this American culture. He was able to meet all sorts of new friends and even have a better lifestyle all due to this culture that was so new to him. One example that stood out to me was one that my mom told me about her endeavors. She had a bachelor's degree in graphics design and so as an artist, she was always looking for an opportunity to create and express herself. One day, my mom found a job for this old white woman who was super nice. She let my mom paint her door, and even payed my mom extra for doing so well. My mom tells me that she can remember those moments very well because they showed how nice and kind people can truly be.