This has always been a major part of my identity

I am Korean. This has always been a major part of my identity, even though I was born in America. Being a extremity of a nonher culture in America means that the way I have always viewed emotional state, and success, is polar than the way most Americans view it. My produce, who was born and raised in Korea, contributed to this significantly. She did not understand American culture, and neer fully adapted to American life. Living in a new country was confusing for her, which is wherefore she clung so strongly to her native culture. She passed this culture and way of thinking on to me.My mother was a classifiable Korean mother prideful, overbearing, and she always had the attitude of Im always right no head what you think. Her attitude was maddening at times, especially when she remained completely calm despite telling me I was maltreat and she was right. However, it was this very attitude that shaped who I turned out to be, in many different ways. conventional Korean values and American jobs do not mix well. It was because of my mothers strong Korean views that she could not keep a steady job in America. This put us at a real economic disadvantage, but my mother remained strong no matter what. She would find another job, and quell to provide for us somehow. Even when money was tight, she was not discouraged. My mother remained strong and did what she had to do.Watching her strength snap me apart sometimes. I saw how hard she had to work, just to serving us get by. When I was 14, afterwards having lost another job, my mother was forced to work for my aunts smarting business. She was assigned to clean a building that was within walking distance of our home, because she often had car troubles. She made only marginal wage doing this, which I knew was not enough to support us.I asked my aunt if I could work with my mother in order to make extra money to help with bills. While I cant say I was thrilled at the prospect of working at the age of 14, I kne w I needed to do this. At first, my aunt resisted letting me, and my mother wasnt happy either. She did not trust me to work. However, within a week, both realized how serious I was about working, and they relented. Already I had picked up from my mothers attitude that I needed to do what had to be done, even if I did not want to.When we were not working, my mother and I talked sometimes. Every chance that we had, it would always be about the like dreaded topic my future. Being so deep inside of the grave, as I liked to hollo our financial situation, there was only one direction to look up and out of the hole. I neer admitted to myself that I treasured to leave her to go to college how could I? Life was hard enough with both of us working, so it didnt seem possible for her to do it on her own. However, my mother had other ideas about my future. She wanted what was best for me, and not the life that she had raised me in.I always protested when she told me this, because I wante d to stay and help her. But she would tell me then, in her serious, dont-argue tone that I needed to go to college to make my life better. Our conversations had an enormous effect on my work ethic and my sense of responsibility. I wanted to receive my peak and help my mom so that she could retire, because she was so selfless in taking care of me, and pushing me towards a brighter future.My mothers quiet, hard-working attitude left a major impression on me. She taught me never to transgress up, to always do what is necessary, and to continually strive to do better. I will not relent in the face of lifes struggles. I will be strong, I will work hard, and I will dream of a future that would not have been possible if it were not for my mother.