Today we went to the cemetery and cleaned the gravestones of our family ancestors. Mama scrubbed them with a brush and soapy water, and Papa painted bright colors in the letters carved on the stones, so you could read what they said much better. We laid down many flowers and left ofrendas of food and wine. We had a picnic and our parents told Gabriella and me stories about our ancestors. It was very peaceful, although the cemetery had many people doing the same as us. The Americans that come to our bakery think that Day of the Dead is like Halloween, all scary and full of ghosts and skeletons, but it’s not really that way. It is a time to remember our loved ones, to speak about them and to them and tell them we still care. I still miss mi abuela Rosa. Very much.