When I was very young, whenever we would visit my paternal grandmother, I would be look forward to it with utter excited anticipation. I loved visiting her because, no only did she have a huge dog whom I adored, but she also had a beautiful parrot. I don’t remember the parrot’s name but I do remember the time he bit my finger. Above all of that though, I remember my gran’s house smelling of granadillas (passion fruit). This was due to the fact that she had a few granadilla trees her in backyard and in Summer, the aroma would be almost overwhelming. To this day, whenever I smell granadillas, I…

























