Ode to My Grandparents
I can’t remember the first time I visited
New York City.
Every year around the time of turkeys
My family would travel to the great white north
For family tradition of making place cards with old crayons left from a time before I existed
We would navigate to the city for lavish parties
filled with people from all walks of life.
To me New York City is a place where fancy people come to have fancy parties.
The first time I had caviar was in New York City.
The salt hitting my tongue
and my face contorting from the delicacy of pasteurized fish eggs
will always remind me of New York City.
Once my dad was mistaken for a famous person.
He stepped out of the limousine
and a tourist took his picture.
and continued on.
That is what New York City does.
It helps you transform into the person you always wanted to be.