As an immigrant, my mother strived to become a nurse. It was tough- she persevered to learn skills and subjects that weren't in her native language and struggled to fit in with her classmates. The cultural and social barriers made her journey to becoming a nurse difficult. Growing up, I remember my mother coming home from her night shifts at the hospital completely beat and tired, yet selflessly never complained as she took care of my sister and me. She always had time for us despite how tough the hospital life could be. My mother made the ultimate decision a few years later to leave bedside nursing when her mental health started to decline (and my sister and I grew and demanded higher attention). She struggled with this decision as she felt like she wasn't enough and that her hard work in school had been wasted. However, she didn't let it stop her. She remembered she loved nursing because of its versatility. She might not have enjoyed bedside nursing, but she enjoys communicating with those who reminded her of herself: immigrants who struggled to understand healthcare and needed guidance. She currently works in a non-profit organization for underserved Chinese immigrants with young children and provides workshops, lectures, and immunization check-ups which allows her to connect with a community that she was part of. Through this, she can make an impact as a nurse to help those who cannot speak English well and need directions. She reminds me that there is no correct language, position, or race to be a nurse, but rather the love and compassion we give to the people we serve. I'm honored to have a mother like her as a role model and remember her values in my own nursing journey.