It was two weeks after my sixteenth birthday when my dad announced that he was moving the family from Panama to Canada in search of a better future. That day I felt my world fall apart. I spent my first year in Canada wanting to be invisible. “University?” I thought, “Will I ever get to go? I am still so afraid to speak and to write English.” But the day did come. I celebrated the fulfillment of a dream as I put on these shoes.