Huntington beach, a city with luscious palm trees and and the smell of the sea. I have many fond memories of growing up and visiting my grandma here. Within my grandma’s home there is constant clutter, pictures of family and people she just met, which engulf the home. There also seems to be a never ending supply of chocolate and the feeling of warmth and love. Although a feeling of neglect and hurt surrounds the home.  

    I remember in detail the feeling of excitement when cousins and my Aunt would come to stay. Frozen taquitos would be eaten and giggled over while Harry Potter movies played in the background. There was never a moment of silence because someone was always talking, but then the talking ceased and my grandmother’s pictures multiplied along with the clutter. Arrangements were made and the house became silent and the warmth began to decline. Nevertheless, the sound of the dronwing tv still remains.