This picture I came to American.

1981, I was working at the clothing store.

I was sewing right there.

My first job.

They paid very cheap.

I was putting clothes to the plastic bag. Each shirt they pay me a penny.

So every day if I put a thousand shirt to the plastic bag and dropped it, I make $10.

I never take a day off for my job because I was 17 and a half. I want to go school, but my parent at all, nobody

support them. So I decide, go to work, make the money, so I can bring the

money for my mom to use the money to pay rent and to pay for the food.

My mom, Huang Lee, worked that grueling clothes job

for a couple of years.

Until one day, my grandfather went to a donut shop in

Hollywood and he was pleasantly surprised to discover that the woman selling the

deep-fried American treats was Cambodian. When he came home, he was smiling.

He said, you know, dad wants you to start a little business.

It's better than you work for someone else. I'm sure you can do it.

So she saved up some money to rent a small store, her first donut shop.

The donut shop was very easy to learn because back then just a few items of

donut which is like glaze, sugar, chocolate, chocolate twist, sugar, glaze twist, glaze twist, jelly, Boston cream, cinnamon roll, apple

freighter, and bear cloth.

I did not speak any English at all.

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