My mother got married to another man. When she got married, her husband Joe didn't want her to have anything to do with me and my brothers. It's been so long that I don't remember much, but there's one thing I remember really well. My grandmother Dilli, who had short, dark hair and had always been a sweetheart, invited me and my brothers, my mother and her husband to dinner. My grandmother's house smelled like food, there were old white and red sofas and flowers upstairs in the living room, one floor downstairs, a light brown wall and a beautiful