This pair of slippers is one of the few things I had ever received from my father shortly before he passed away. Of course, I do not remember my father by only a pair of slippers that are getting worn out. However, after using the slippers in my daily life, a memory of my father was engraved into me through the slippers. I would remember his smiling face as we sat around the dinner table of three dishes before giving me the slippers. As immigrants, my family and I had to live a frugal lifestyle. This would include buying slippers that are a bit too big. The slippers now serve as a reminder of my father, who had given me love, but also as a reminder of how we lived when we first came to America. These reminders encourage me to work harder to find a stable job and give back to my family who have given me everything to live a better life. 

Place(s): New York
Year: 2005

– Jia

Relationship:  Im/migrant who arrived as a child Im/migrant who arrived as a child