Strong and sturdy, the house represented our family to us. We lived in a close-knit unit that encompassed uncles, aunts, cousins, their kids and every other guest who decided to visit and stay. As children we never quite knew whom to call siblings and who to call cousins. It was one huge family living under one roof. I remember my mother and all the female relatives cooking happily in the kitchen, sometimes for as many as thirty people, without the slightest flutter of panic.

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