Connie Guerrero.
With nothing ahead of us but my parents' dreams of giving us a better life, my brothers and I came to this country with them more than 40 years ago. The Stars and Stripes became my new home and the state of California embraced us.
My father, a gardener; my mother, cleaning rooms: nothing stopped themThey made every day count to let me know that We deserve a better life; school taught me about math and differences. The color of my skin stood out in an American school. She stopped being Consuelo, that