My Family
Warning: This could get dangerously mushy.

My Parents
In 1989 my parents came to the United States. My father left first to pursue a Master's in Computer Science at the University of Maryland - College Park. A year later, my mother left her job to join him.

On the Californian Coast
Mere months before we were to go to America, my mother was almost a victim in the streets of Beijing in June of 1989 during the Tiananmen Square Massacre. Out in the streets as the troops descended on the city of Beijing, my mother ran into the carnage. She became separated from her bicycle and as she came under fire and dove behind a market stall on the street. There she watched through a hole as armed troops marched by just feet away from her while firing. Later she would return to find her bicycle riddled with bullets. After dawn broke, she finally returned home to my panicked grandparents. Months later, my mother was on a business trip to Romania when their Communist leadership crumbled amidst a torrent of gunfire and revolt and she again returned unscathed. Eventually my family did reunite again after my parents thrust themselves into an unfamiliar land that spoke a language they hardly knew while moving from apartment to apartment, all to give me a better future.

On the Shanghai Waterfront
My parents left China, their home, to give me a better future. If I could even live half the life my parents did, my life would be complete.
I always found it funny that the only thing that frightens my dad (other than the prospect of me failing school) is snakes, just like Indiana Jones. And aside from my dad, there is of course my mom who is some sort of bullet magnet. My parents are my superheroes.