The group of women workers, we are very powerful.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 first day he landed in America, he found a job at China Pearl.I was raised on the streets of Chinatown!The only Chinese printer in Boston.Chinese parents are united.In Syrian Town, everybody was Auntie.