Gracia, was my grandmother. At the age of 7 years old, me and my older sister Priscilla began to live with my father and grandmother. I don’t call her abuelita I always called her ama because she was like my mother. I have some many good and funny memories with my grandma. She is the one who raise me, she taught me how to speak Spanish, how to wash my own clothes. There is not one day when I got home from school did she not asks me Verónica quieres comer. After some many years you would think you would get sick of eating the same food over and over again but no I loved her frijoles y arroz. She would be the one to wake me up for school and did my hair. She loved when I would bring my kids over to see her. All three of my kids called her grandma ama. My grandma was the heart of the family she would be the main reason I would go to any together because I know she would be expecting me there. Her not being here anymore left a hole in my heart. It hurts knowing that she’s not there anymore, I can’t visit her anymore, I can’t take my kids to see her anymore, she will be missed deeply.