My great grandparents on my dad’s side all came from Sicily to the United States to seek a better life in the early 1900s. My great grandpa was burned in a hot steam room in the candy factory he worked in as a cruel prank for not understanding English so after nine months in the burn unit he vowed to give his kids American names and not teach them Italian. My grandmother never knew she still had family back in Sicily but in 2008 when we traveled there we found her first cousin who is only one day older than her! One of my cousins from Sicily even came to Boston for a year to practice his English. We are so happy to be reunited.