A long time ago, my grandfather lived in a small area named Fyzabad in Trinidad. Here he built himself a house for his wife and children, one if which being my dad. Even though he built it from scratch, the small tin roofed house did not have a lot, but that is because there isn't a lot in Trinidad to begin with. However, he made do with what he had and this is where my dad and his siblings grew up. My grandfather had a chain if the Trinidadian flag and gave it to my dad's sister(my aunt, nicknamed DeDe). My dad and DeDe are the only 2 members of that generation and back that are still alive, but my dad moved to the USA in search of a better life. There is where he met my mom and had my sister and me. A lot has happened since then and my family has grown very disconnected since then. Even now those problems still affect me in my everyday life, but I have help. My aunt DeDe gave me the chain when I had gone to Trinidad as a way to remember them, and it helps me go through my stress and problems. It always reminds me of where I came from and it is always close to me, keeping me humble and reminding me that I have it better than a lot of people. Things may seem bad, but when you go from a tin roofed house in an island with no proper bathroom and electricity to a 2 bedroom apartment and Jordan's on your feet, you have a lot tonne greatful for.

– Jakob Mohammed

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