Three generations, one roof, and a new American dream.
Tamara Ceaikovski
When my parents and I immigrated from Liberia to the US in the 1990s, our first home was my grandmother's two-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment in Worcester, Massachusetts. Her house became a refuge as my parents found their footing in a new country. Living with her gave them childcare help and the breathing room to find work, save money, and eventually move into a place of their own. In turn, she benefited from their companionship. In many cultures around the world, multigenerational households —
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