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Bees You know, Sunset Park is a diverse working-class neighborhood in the southwestern part of Brooklyn in New York City.

It overlooks the New York Harbor, offering a panoramic view of the Statue of Liberty, Lower Manhattan,

and the distant Verrazano Bridge. Over the year, Sunset Park has become a cultural mosaic,

but it's especially known for its thriving Chinese immigrant community. Along 8th Avenue,

which is often dubbed Brooklyn's Chinatown, signs in Mandarin and Cantonese line the streets.

Dumping shops, herbal medicine stores, and bussing seafood markets

give the neighbourhood its distinct identity.

Here, many immigrant families chase the American dream,

holding tight to tradition while building new lives in the city that never sleeps.

For the most part,

Sunset Park is known as a tight-knit, relatively quiet area. Families gather in the namesake

park for tide-shade dawn or barbecue in the summer. But on the night of Saturday, the 26th of October

2013, that sense of normalcy was shattered. It was a crisp fall evening

and as the sun dipped behind the city skyline, the streets began to quiet. The hum of traffic faded,

replaced by the low murmur of television behind closed doors and the occasional bark of a dog.

Then without warning, that silence was pierced by a chilling sound.

Screams echoing from inside a home on 57th Street near 8th Avenue. When Yee-Lin-Zal arrived in New York City in the early 2000s, he didn't carry much more than hope.

His English was fractured, his connection scarce,

and his future uncertain. But like so many others before him, he had been promised something bigger

than himself, a shot at the American dream. Yilin came from a modest village in China. His childhood

was quiet, but that quiet was shattered when he was just 12 years old.

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