Perhaps I’m biased, but this photo is worthy of an award.

This is my grandmother, Juanita, circa 1990ish. That’s me in the background.

In the 50s, Juanita migrated from Puerto Rico to The Bronx. She survived the Bronx burning, the Cross Bronx divide, the resulting heroin epidemic, and most of her children. Out of nine, two are alive today.

And here she is on a family trip to a cabin— Juanita, having beat the shunning of her new country, completely worn out by a rambunctious kid.