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If you have ever been to Veracruz you know that there isn’t much after the airport, now imagine how it was 70 years ago when my grandparents had nothing but a huge piece of land they had bought with their life time savings. With time and a lot of hard work they build a house, a palace, which would turn in the family sanctuary. It had space for the whole family to go visit, sons, daughters, grandkids, everyone was welcome, they wouldn’t say no to anyone, that was the whole point of having such a big house. It had a library full with my grandfather’s favorite books, his poetry, I wish I could see him one last time sitting there, in front of the desk he placed by a huge window, just staring into the worlds soul, writing what his heart felt, I wish you could see it, it was amazing. It also had little chapel for family ceremonies, a pool and In the second floor they had a terrace where my mom would do little dance festivals with my older cousins, they’re only 3 years younger that my mom, that’s also something I wish I could see but pictures are all I have. For my grandmother they build a sewing room where you could see her doing little clothes for my cousins, and skirts and all kind of stuff for my grate aunts, I also wish I could see that, I was born to late so I never saw her sew, mother says she was the most passionate about it and that she could spend all day sewing. They made the house a farm to keep themselves busy, they had pigs, cows, sheep, chickens and horses, they would sell dairy products and eggs. My grandparent’s grew older, my uncles and aunts did their lives in others cities, the family started to visit less and less, grandkids were growing and forming their own families, the huge ground became too much for them so they started selling. Today the house is still there, it’s pretty big still and has a lot of space but there is no cows, no horses, no grandkids running around, my grandfather isn’t there writing, my grandmother isn’t there sewing. Today because of reasons we can’t control the house has nothing left but the memories of those great days, days I wish I could had lived but once again I was born too late. The farm, how we called it, would always be a huge part of my family.