ABSTRACT
I was so excited that I could not sleep. I was eleven years old and my maternal grandparents were taking us to visit two houses that sat together on one plot of land in the city of Bell, located in Southeast Los Angeles. They were thinking about selling their home near Echo Park in Los Angeles to live next to our family. I couldn’t wait. I just loved my grandma. When we saw the houses in Bell, my sister, Andrea, and I fawned over a piano in one of the houses and said that someday we wanted to learn how to play. I knew pianos were expensive and that we couldn’t afford one.
