I dream that I bring a big sack of food to a little dark house. There is my Gran inside, along with a young woman and her little brother. They are very excited to see me and the sack, but I tell them not to get their hopes up, because there’s very little in it this time. We open it and there’s only bags of chips, and at the bottom we find a chopped onion. This will be useful, Gran says, tears of gratitude in her eyes.