Bus Ticket
In October, 1985, my husband, my three children, and I immigrated from Canton, China to Chicago. Guangzhou is a southern city of China, the weather there is warm all the time and no snow during the winter. I can't get used to the brutal winters in Chicago. I remember one day, I was waiting at the bus stop with my children, suddenly a gust of wind blew away the bus ticket from my hand. That one ticket allowed me two transfer times, but I ended up having no tickets in my hand, and I had to buy another ticket.
I have been in Chicago for 34 years, and the Windy City has grown on me. I have worked in Chinatown for 24 years and I have seen the growth of Chinatown. I retired at 66 years old, and I got my senior CTA/Ventra card. I don't need to worry about wind blowing away my ticket again.
– SL
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