Going to my grandma’s house in El Salvador was like a dream come true. The old home sat upon a hill with acres of green freedom, every hill was covered with splashes of green and a vast forest enveloped her home. It was a secret home for me. As a result, the mysterious home became my fantasy land. In the living room, I could look out my window and observe the peaceful world outside the humble home; I always felt joy to think of my special window. Beyond, the view that mesmerized me like a new born baby welcomed into this world was the green meadows spreading into eternity. Not to mention, baby goats would dance around with exuberance, vibrant butterflies chased each other as the wind carried them, including the brilliant flowers that embellished
