My dad came to California from a small Pacific island in 1924, alone but with a lot of hope to plant new roots in this wonderful state. Forty-one years later, my mother would arrive in California, coming from the same small Pacific island, also with the hope to plant new roots. The following year, they'd met, the year after that they'd marry, a year after that, I would be born. Their roots were planted in California and they were here to stay.
submitted to Illustration Friday: Roots