“Whenever my mom makes food, it just brings me back to my childhood because you can't get t anywhere else. It's eating 苦瓜 (bitter melon) or 蒸肉饼 (steamed pork patty). It makes me feel like I'm back in my mom's home and we're eating this as a family…that expression [of love] is done through cooking, because they don't express [love verbally]. They say, ‘here, eat this,’” Sue (name changed for privacy reasons) reflected, remarking on the love language seen within Chinese culture

“I think I left everything. We only packed a few luggages and moved here, and we had no idea about the US at all. Once we got here, we just looked around for a place to live and get a car. And by that time, I really didn't think [I was going to] leave Hong Kong for a long time. Or [that I was going to] leave my parents for a long time, because I [could] still fly between these two places.” A first generation immigrant from Hong Kong, whom we’ll call Lily, followed her husband