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