My siblings and me in the kitchen of the family house in California that we grew up in on and off since 1971, a few days before my sister Sabina was born.  Renovations will finally completed soon. Now that it doesn’t have an attached family room that was there for 27 years, you can see the Hayward Hills much easier, and it’s a lot brighter.  The house isn’t even recognizable to us without Mom’s “stuffs.”