My mother married another man. When she got married, her husband Joe didn't want her to have anything to do with me and my brothers. It was so long ago that I don't remember much, but there is one thing I remember very well. My grandmother Dilli, who had short black hair and was always in love, invited my brothers and I, my mother and her husband to dinner. My grandmother's house smelled like food, there were old white and red sofas with flowers in the living room, downstairs, beige wall and such a beautiful