The story of how my parents met, fell in love, and got married is like the storyline of “My Big Fat Greek Wedding.” My mom is Chaldean, the daughter of two immigrants, and was taking classes at Oakland University, at a time when people like her were still in the minority at the college. It’s where she met my dad, who is white and had parents who didn’t know what hummus was and thought their people invented baklava. (My dad took it to a cultural lunch event when he was a kid. Needless to say, he misrepresented his culture). They eventually fell in love, got married with a very Chaldean wedding, (complete with the band, the halhole, the works) and had me, a Chaldean-American girl.