This was taken at my grandma's house in Mexico. My grandfather, rest in peace, used to work in his workshop and that's his handwriting. He was a great man who loved his family more than anything. I was walking down memory lane when this pic was taken because when he was still alive, he would let me play up here with his tools. It's gonna be two years on November of when he died and seeing his workshop makes me remember of who he was. I miss him a lot and this picture has lots of emotional feeling to me.