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My grandparents’ home in Calexico, California, is a very special place from my childhood. I haven’t been there in decades, yet I still remember so many details of the small white clapboard house on Blair Avenue. There was no lawn in front of the house; instead, an expanse of small, smooth rocks filled the space where the grass would have been. Past the lawn of rocks was the front porch, where two rocking chairs with faded red cushions sat off to the side. The front door opened into the living room, which always felt cool and inviting despite the withering desert climate. My grandparents were from Mexico, so art from their home country hung above the floral yellow sofa and matching armchairs. Past the living room was the kitchen, then the dining room, and finally the guest room, which is where my family and I stayed when we visited. It was a cozy room with a tiled floor, foldout sofa, and knick-knacks on every possible surface. A sliding door from the guest room led to my favorite place of all, the backyard. Colorful flowers lined the edges of the yard, and I inhaled their fragrance whenever I played outside. In the back half of the yard was my grandfather’s workshop. It was a small shed where he made toys, clocks, and lamps, all out of wood. I still have some of the things that he made for me, and whenever I hold them, I remember the happy times I spent at that house. I’ll never visit the house again because my grandparents sold it long ago and have since passed away, but the memories of their house will always live in my heart.