Outside of my grandparent’s house (the home my mom grew up in) for the very last time
Hershey Street, San Antonio, Texas.
I will always cherish the memories in this sweet home. Everything from the ugly pink poodles next to the mural of Paris in the front room, the time my Aunt Virginia fell on the side walk and broke her new phone while trying out my brother’s new spiderman skateboard, the odor of the garage, christmas day tamales, and all of the wisdom my grandma and grandpa taught, and continue to teach me.
