On May 16, 1993, at approximately 4 a.m., my life changed forever. Eric Chen entered the world, red-faced, screaming and crying – all 7.5 pounds of him. I gingerly entered the hospital room, not quite comprehending what was going on. After all, I was only 3 years old. Wide-eyed, I clutched my 8-year-old sister Melody’s hand, worriedly glancing at my tired mother’s face. I tugged at my father’s shirt, begging for some kind of explanation. I cried for my mother to hold and reassure me that everything was okay. Instead, my father shooed me outside.