By: Kelly Chia, Editor-in-Chief Chinatown was one of the first places my family visited after we had immigrated to Canada. I remember taking in the scent of freshly baked pineapple buns, picking out dried plum candy with my mom at the herbal shops, and admiring the Pokémon cards in the game store at Centre A. My parents would buy some juicy barbeque pork while chattering with the supermarket clerk, who would be just as genial to me, like we were all old friends, not strangers who had just met that day. As we found our footing in this country, Chinatown…
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