To know Juliana is to know and to feel the unbreakable bond of family. La familia is everything to her. The broad smile and unconditional love she immits when speaking of her children (Jakob and Benjamin) is contagious. As is the warmth and love in her voice as she breathes new life into old memories by honoring me with stories about her grandparents. The abuela who insisted that Vicks Vaporub, “Vivaporu,” was a magical cure for all ailments big or small. And the abuelo who would secretly stuff branches from marijuana plants into jars of alcohol and hide them under his bed. Retrieving them only when she, or one of her siblings, or cousins would stump a toe or scrape a knee or fall from some impossible height and inevitably come running back to the house in tears and agony. If “Vivaporu” failed to stop the wailing then the wounded child would crawl onto the grandfather’s lap while he rubbed the salve from the secret jar onto the wound until the child stopped crying.