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In Syrian Town, everybody was Auntie.
I was raised on the streets of Chinatown!
We want a community center, not a stinky parking garage.
On summer nights, after sewing and cooking, mothers conversed on stoops, while fathers worked at restaurants.
A messenger in the community.
One day, I saw an elderly woman squatting outside the barbed wire fence of our yard, happily counting my melons.
The only Chinese printer in Boston.
The first day he landed in America, he found a job at China Pearl.
The group of women workers, we are very powerful.
