Av. Galeana 2132
Every week, we would go to my grandparents and stay there for the whole day.
Each visit, my mom would cook for my grandpa. When his food was ready, I looked forward to bringing his plate to the dining table. Carrying the utensils back then was a scary task, especially holding the knife. 
Grandpa's chair. This house was unique and unusual.
Chandeliers. One bathroom and twelve kids.
My grandpa decided to build a second floor. 
My two uncles are "living" in the house.Unfortunately the house isn’t the same.Grandpa's room. The only way to the second floor from the inside. 
My grandpa died when I was 6. He died in this house - the second floor.By a candle.After the firefighters put out the fire, he was covered with a white cloth. My grandma said “He was right behind me.”
The only access now to the second floor.
The fence used to be white...
This house was once full of life that brought so much warmth, now turned into a junkyard of trash.
Once my grandparents died, there was no reason to visit. The only way to keep their memory alive is from photos, videos, and the stories told by my family.Los vere pronto, Miapa y Miama
