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My mom's home was the safe house. I tended to befriend those lost souls; ones who didn't have many friends or who had various problems within their own homes. My mother became their mom too and provided a safe space for them to be. She talked with them, fed them, but most of all, loved them as her own.

I have no memories of my grandmother's home; I never had the chance to meet her. She passed away from breast cancer when my mom was only 16. But I like to think from the stories my mom and her siblings shared that it was as full of love as our own; and that was her legacy.