Far from her homeland, my mother finds comfort at a Patel Brothers grocery store

Patel Brothers never asks her to be anyone except who she is. The store carries no meat, meaning my mom can breathe deeply. Every aisle is open to her. Conversations with staff can take place in an easy blend of English and Gujarati or Hindi, her now preferred method of conversation. It’s possible to say, “Where is the jeeru?” and get an answer. At Whole Foods, she must remember to ask for cumin.

The Washington Post. A true ‘crossing borders crossing cultures’ story that’s evocative of every immigrant’s experience even after they’ve been here for a long time.