In March 2008, my life took a big turn when I moved to the United States from the Philippines. I was full of hope as I stepped off the plane in Los Angeles. The warm air reminded me of home, but that familiarity quickly disappeared as I found myself in America’s second biggest city.
In my rural hometown of Pampanga most houses were unpainted, made of cheap materials and in desperate need of repair. Not everyone in my neighborhood had access to clean drinking water and with the high cost of household appliances, few could afford to own an electric stove. It was a huge contrast to Los Angeles, with its massive buildings, electric grids for miles on end and people from all over the world.Details