Abstract:
As a son of immigrants, I have always been keen to the existence of health disparities and barriers to care in America. You see, like many children of immigrant families, since a young age, I have assumed the role of Translator for my family members who speak little to no English. This was no exception when my great grandparents were admitted into the hospital after falling ill to COVID-19. This time was especially sorrowful for me because although I did not live with them, they served as my secondary mother and father in many ways—especially my great granduncle who served as a father-figure after my dad died of nasal cancer when I was 3.
