As a new mother, I often think of my own. She is a strong woman, in fact, one of the strongest I know. She immigrated to the U.S. from Hong Kong in her early 20s. She knew very little English, but that didn’t stop her from becoming fluent. She has worked almost her entire life, and there are no plans to stop. She raised three children in a foreign country that had a very different culture from her own. Can you imagine? She was strict (oh, was she strict!), but she was loving. I have never doubted her love for us. When I was home last, we were all a bit of a mess, my baby included. Sicknesses abound, she woke up one morning and grabbed the wonton wraps, concocted the filling, and with a single chopstick, began to fill, fold and seal wontons. She is amazing, and I love her so.