The magical thing that I’ve discovered about immigrating is that new friends become family. Especially new friends with the shared experience of migrating and starting over from nothing. The flip side is that new friends are different to old friends. Old friends have decades of context and the shared experience of growing up together.

I think that’s why siblings fill that void for a lot of immigrant families. The bond I share with my siblings is that we held each other’s hands and jumped into the unknown together. Taking our past with us while embracing the new unknown.