Many many years ago I had a sweet little girl in my third grade class. She and her family were new immigrants from Mexico, and all five of them shared a rented bedroom in someone’s house. Both parents worked hard and pushed their kids to do well in school. Over the years, I taught all three of the kids in the family. They’re all grown now. Everyone graduated from high school. The two youngest went on to college and the oldest is married and has son of her own.