Personal Narrative: My First Generation

I was an imagrate from Hawaii that came in waves. My father was the first generation my mother was the second generation born in Hawaii, they were japanese. My father looked through a series of pictures to pick out his wife and she picked my mother but then they divorced before it was one. I was lead to believe that my mother had died during birth. I was raised by my father but was fostered in and out of foster homes during the week but stay with him on weekends. Father worked in the pineapple plantation and sugar kane. While I was seven I started working on my uncle and aunts vegetable farm until I was around 20. When I was 22 my father died, I got a phone call from a woman saying that she was my mother. She told me that she worked at her