Birthdays weren’t regularly celebrated during my childhood. So you can imagine my excitement, when I walked into my pop’s apartment to be presented with Mickey D’s and a Carvel ice-cream cake. It was a full-size meal too, not my usual Happy Meal. Life couldn’t get any better at that moment.
When I consider my life today compared to 30 years ago, I am brought to tears. God transformed my broken, bitter life into one of wholeness and love. No one can tell me that God isn’t still in the miracle-working business. My life is a miracle.
My family immigrated to the United States from Armenia in 1979; I was eight years old. We arrived in Los Angeles with few possessions and many dreams. It was a difficult transition. The language barrier, my thick Armenian eyebrows, and my single outfit made me an easy target.
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