Ever since I remember when I was a kid, there had always been this spoon in our drawer. It was my favorite, and honestly continues to be my favorite. Whenever I set the table, I was very proud to sift through all of our spoons to pick out the one with the ornately carved details that resemble a fleur de lis on the end of the handle and the neck of the spoon, along with diamonds. Its shininess has worn down over time due to use, and some remnants of hot cocoa are forever stuck on the end, even when it's gone through the dishwasher a million times. My parents knew it was my favorite too, and I never knew where it was from until I asked recently. It turns out that it's from my grandpa, who got it from his mom. My grandpa's parents were from Slovenia, and eventually moved over to America before my grandpa was born. According to my mom, my grandpa and his sister fought over who got what cutlery after my great grandma passed away. He ended up with the spoon, and it somehow ended up with us. I'm sure we were given it before I was born, probably around when my parents bought our house in 2001. The spoon reminds me of home, mainly because that's the only place I've used it. It brings me joy whenever it's used, even if I don't particularly look for the spoon whenever I'm setting the table anymore.

– Sofia V.

Relationship:  Great-grandchild of im/migrant or more Great-grandchild of im/migrant or more