Shortly after my grandmother passed away, my other grandmother shared little memories and stories to honour and remember her with joy. According to details of this story, the event happened in March 1982 when my parents and I, my two grandmothers and my grandfather were going to a picnic to Mamasani. I added a found picture of the place and a lullaby. It doesn’t matter how much detail I gather for the story, it won’t get more accurate but rather invented. To be accurate I should say this is how “she” remembers it.