My parents immigrated from Greece, so l'm a first generation American. My parents had to leave Grece for a better life for there was a lot of poverty in their village. My mother worked in a garment factory in Philadelphia and complained about the loud noise. The money she was making was a lot at that time so much so that she sent money to her mother. I am thankful that my parents came to the US but both my parents worked hard. Greek was spoken at home and my sister and I were the translator for any services they were unfamiliar with. That's what we did as a family. My mother worked especially hard, working and making traditional Greek dishes. They are, unfortunately both gone but memories that will live on.