"Survival mode" was basically my family's first few years as new immigrants before we managed to move on from that stage. I don't think we even had "6-figures", far from it.

Now the entirety of America get to experience what is it like to be an immigrant lol.

Still remember in Brooklyn, I was in elementary school. I was in an afterschool program than ran until 6PM, I was just waiting, as the clock ticking... minute and minute goes by, other kids get picked up from school. Until there are only a few kids left, then someone enters the cafeteria where us kids were waiting, I thought is that mom?, but it was someone elses parent... this goes on and on... until I was the only one left. But my mom still hasn't come. 6:30PM. I was so afraid CPS was gonna get involved. Authorities were terrifying for me as a kid. I mean, who knows, immigration status could've been at risk. This scene repeats itself very often.

Mom had work until very late, so get picked up very late. Not always the last one, but always very late, the last few, but then there are days where I get very ublocky and end up being the last one to get picked up.

I get so anxious and scared and felt so alone, until my mother shows up.

You can guess why I eventually end up with depression.