Chop. Chop. Splat.
The sound of meat and fish being cut and passed back and forth fills the room for 10 hours of his day. The beckoning of customers, poking holes through this blanket of sounds, asking for two pounds of fish or three of pork. “Can I have that fish? And can you clean the scales and cut it into four?”
Splat. Scrape. Scrape
My Parents Home
My parents came from a city called Guangzhou and lived ordinary lives their. I have visited there three times and I would best describe it as a city similar in size to New York City. I’d say that it’s actually really nice there. The streets are crowded though, there very messy because they have all these different cars and bikes going around. You could probably say it’s not much different than New York City, but of course it has been a bit modernized from when my parents lived there. My parents though they didn’t feel like they were making enough money. My mother worked sewing while my father worked at a store. They had a normal life, they just didn’t feel like they had enough money.
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Welcome to Sunset Park! This place has gone through so many ethnic changes throughout the years, but has ultimately become a home to a large Mexican and Chinese community. We’re here to talk about the Chinese immigrant part of this neighborhood, so let’s go! Follow us on our audio tour. Hopefully nothing goes wrong.
Both of my parents came to America from the Philippines, but that fact has never been a topic of conversation in my family. Whenever we talk about the Philippines in our household, usually it’s only about family that currently live there or about the various things my father did as a child. I like to imagine my parents coming here, to America, when they were young. Continue reading Filipino Parties
