My favorite place in the entire world is my grandmothers house. Growing up there, I always had a good time with my family. Thanksgiving, Christmas, 4th of July, and especially Memorial day which is pictured here. We always pull out all the stops for Memorial day. We first began having it to show appreciation to my grandparents customers and to the community for their support, but now it has turned into a family tradition. I have yet to miss a Memorial day since we started doing them.
Being at my grandparents house is even more special to me now, because that's how I remember my grandfather the most. He passed away 3 days after my 17th birthday and being there really gives me the best memories of him. He always got me every New Years. He would come out of his room and say "Man, I haven't seen you since last year." Without fail, I would reply "You saw me yesterday Papa." And he would say, "Yeah, but I still haven't seen you since last year."
But I think one of the reason I truly love going there is because of how free I get to be. Sometimes wearing my hijab is a struggle, but when I am there, I can walk outside without my hijab. The last time I was home, I had my hair out and it was the first time I had ever felt my hair blowing in the wind. I was so excited because it was something I had never experienced before, or maybe I had never truly appreciated it. I have so many memories growing up in this house. I wouldn't trade them for the world.
Being at my grandparents house is even more special to me now, because that's how I remember my grandfather the most. He passed away 3 days after my 17th birthday and being there really gives me the best memories of him. He always got me every New Years. He would come out of his room and say "Man, I haven't seen you since last year." Without fail, I would reply "You saw me yesterday Papa." And he would say, "Yeah, but I still haven't seen you since last year."
But I think one of the reason I truly love going there is because of how free I get to be. Sometimes wearing my hijab is a struggle, but when I am there, I can walk outside without my hijab. The last time I was home, I had my hair out and it was the first time I had ever felt my hair blowing in the wind. I was so excited because it was something I had never experienced before, or maybe I had never truly appreciated it. I have so many memories growing up in this house. I wouldn't trade them for the world.
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