My object is a pendant I got from my grandmother in 2014. I didn't know my grandmother that much, but I knew she spent her whole life living in a town in California that my mom and dad also grew up in. My grandmother and grandfather lived in a small town in Sacramento their whole married life and died there, too. Before my grandmother got dementia, she would come visit us in Washington, but I had only been to visit them once when I was too young to remember what it was like. The last time she visited me before she went into a nursing home, she brought presents. Along with that she also gave me a pink heart-shaped pendant, and my sister a similar one. I remember this pendant more than any other present because I remember how odd and random the gift was. I didn't realize until later that it was something she had acquired from her hometown when she was growing up and had kept it ever since. I could visit the town she lived in, but I will never know what it was like to be there with her. The pendant is the closest thing I have that connects me to her childhood. She always called her town her heart; when she was away she missed it. In my head, the pendant feels like I'm holding her heart in my hand. 

– HGE

Relationship:  Grandchild of im/migrant Grandchild of im/migrant