My mama (or commonly referred to as grandma for some) is my favorite person in the world. She means more to me than anything and I couldn’t imagine a better candidate for a grandmother. She is from the Dominican Republic and though she has lived in New York for the most part of her life, does not speak English fluently. I, unfortunately do not speak Spanish fluently and though at times it gets frustrating our relationship is incredibly strong. She is my mother’s mother and while I am very close with my mom, my mama is like my second mother. I speak to her on the phone every single day (literally) and though she lives in Florida while I am back and forth between Long Island and Buffalo, I still see her at least three times a year. I honestly consider her one of my best friends who I tell everything to. When going about a theme for my blog, I was in the dark. Today in class when critiquing our groups’ magical realism roughs and discussing themes I realized that I already had a common thread in both of my blogs, my mama. She easily has an affect on everything I do even when I don’t realize it. So that is what I’ve decided to center this blog around; her influence on my life, our daily conversations, and her unending, never failing, unconditional love.