My immigration story isn't so much my own, but my mother's. She and her family fled Iraq during the late 80's to Michigan to avoid conflicts in their country. That is when she met my father years later, and eventually started our family. My mother was raised in Baghdad before fleeing, and came to the apartments I showed above, and having her sister, and many more family members and friends live within the same complex. Sterling Heights became known for the Chaldean community, which my mother being Chaldean herself, made our family try to have a slice of her culture. In the years after leaving the complex, many more stores and services began to adopt Arabic language into their store fronts, and bringing products and goods into the stores. Sometimes she would tell us how certain stores reminded her of ones back home. The church we belong to, also did mass in her language, Arabic, and she felt more at home as the years have moved on. Now living in Macomb Township, being further away from Sterling Heights, she mentions how she misses the convenience of those stores and the church being so close to our old homes. Though we still have family in Sterling Heights and she still visits regularly to feel as at home as she can be in America.