Before we moved here to Canada we were in South Africa. We lived pretty close to one of my mother’s sisters, who we nicknamed Aunty Picky. One time my cousins, siblings, and me were busy having a little assembly/ talent show in our back yard, which had a tree that looked like a giant Pineapple and a hedge along a fence. And in our little assembly, we had each person go up and do their little thing. and one of my cousins sang “I found a walnut”. This was a turning point in my life, because it was one of the only times a could remember seeing them and once my family and I came here we heard stories about them and about 7-8 years later we got a chance to see them again and that was on skype, and that they were the closest family that ever lived close to us (physically and mentally). And I miss them, because of the company they gave us.