The home of my grandma is a cozy and loving terrain. I always feel welcome and free to be who I'm there. Her smile is contagious, and the air is filled with the aroma of her lately made eyefuls.

recollections pullulate in her home. I used to spend my summers there, playing hide- and- seek in the garret and scurrying through the vicinity with my cousins. I recall harkening to her tell tales of her early times while perched on her veranda swing.

There's further to my grandmother's home than meets the eye. It's an emotion. It has a gemütlich vibe about it.