My name is Sarkis
By Herag Hamboyan
My father was a stereotypical immigrant. He had to work hard to fit in. He had to work hard to make ends meet. He wanted to prove that not only could he survive living in this new world, but he could excel in it.
And he had the audacity and the tenacity to remain true to his cultural background.
When Sarkis Hamboyan ...
