I do not speak Chinese. Although my mother was a first-generation American and grew up speaking Cantonese with her parents, she decided to not teach the language to her children.  My mother always said she wanted us to grow up as Americans, recalling the times when she was discriminated against as her reasoning for her decision. The culture of my ancestor's has, more or less, not been a significant factor in my life. 

There is one aspect from Chinese culture that remains in the lives of my parents and siblings, and that is the celebration of the Lunar New Year. This year was the year of the chicken, so my mother decided to buy a very attractive stuffed animal chicken to keep in our dining room. The chicken is a symbol of unity and love for our family. It is also one of the last remnants of Chinese culture that remains in our family.

– Jason Sabatelle

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