“Tell us about a really nice cozy rainy day. What did you do during that day?” So, I remember when I was in third grade, I was in India for my uncle’s wedding and my whole family had gone out to, like, my uncle’s wife’s or like bride’s home to, like, have dinner and stuff, but I had fallen asleep. And so my grandmother stayed home with me, and when I woke up, I really wanted to, like, go outside, but it was raining. And so we stayed at home and we made Indian sweets with, like, our hands. And it was, you know, like now that my grandmother has passed away, it seems, like — it seems like just a memory or like a dream. It doesn’t really seem real. But I remember we just — we made the sweets. We played around, it was a good time. You know, we talked. My grandmother told me stories and it was just a very, like, carefree time, I guess.