I am trying to piece fragments of home from the stories my grandmother has retold millions of times

I excavate memories hoping that at 3 years old I might remember something but everything is blank

Often times I long to remember where I come from/ I want to match the stories my grandmother speaks of when she tells me of home  to concrete images my mind can absorb 

Mami sits in the kitchen/surrounded by dirty dishes/pen in hand/ she traces the alphabet/ her goal is to one day be able to make words

We seek god in church/the wooden benches make our butts hurt/ mami says sometimes we have to sacrifice to know blessings

My hair is straight like a broom /it does not curl or bend /pitch black like deep ocean /Abue says I have "Indio hair"

I've been gone for a minute but I'm back with the jump off... What's good fam?