A lot of my childhood summers were spent in Mexico. My most cherished moments were alongside my gramps selling groceries in his little mom & pop shop. Though many folks had trouble believing that a little Asian girl was his grand baby, he always reassured me, and them, of how proud he was to call me his. He was a strong chivalrous gentleman and I’m so proud that I got to call him abuelito. RIP, abuelito. I’ll love you forever!