I remember spending Christmasas in this small house. My current family barely fits. How did we fit all the aunts, uncles and cousins? I get a little nostalgic when I'm here. It reminds me of how fast time flies. I think about how my grandma spends all day, every day here. How she has lived in this country for almost 30 years. And her whole life is in this small little house. And as I leave it I wonder if it's the last time I'll be there. I'm not trying to be depressing!