My body soaks up the sun shining down on me. It’s a sunlit day in Connecticut. My family and I arrived at my Grandma and Grandpa’s house two days ago. I look at my Grandma Sunny’s face and try to focus on every detail. How most of her bangs dive to the right like a wave, and her full, loving smile. Like most times she wore one of her many big weaved hats. Her big pearl earrings rest on the side of her ears. Sitting beside her in the chaise lounge is my cousin Tyler. Grandma Sunny hugs Tyler tight and gives him a big smile. And then we start to chat. My Grandma will talk with anyone, it’s part of her caring personality. She tells stories about her neighbors who were Russian spies.  She made sure we stayed protected.