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This is the America I dream of.
These are the kinds of relationships I want with my community. This is beautiful.
It takes confidence to prop others up like that.
I love this, my quick stop guy smiles whenever I walk in, but he doesn’t speak much English. I’d love to get him pistachios
Old middle eastern lady called me habibi once in a checkout line…
Still think about that sometimes
We have Syrian, Iraqi, and others who have recently come to our country. (When I say we and our I also mean them)
My fence is covered in grape leaves from about April to September. I get lots of people around the neighbourhood that come by to take them.
Last year one old dude came and started picking them. I got up to say hello.
He spoke no English.
He said some things and made some gestures and I kinda got the gist.
Went inside got him some water and a cloth.
He drank and wiped his hands.
Shook my hand and said habibi.
I almost cried.
