14. a photo of one of your relatives

Here is my grandmother Metta. She died twenty years before I was born. I am told by my aunt that she was a smart, artistic, and spirited woman, which I am glad to hear.

She is holding my uncle Brad. I only met him once, a few years ago, even though he makes his home in the Bay Area. He might not have really known about me; he had a different father than my mom did. He is a scientist at Stanford and was part of the project that created GPS.