I am the youngest child of the youngest child. My grandparents never spoke about their past with me; I learn about it in bits and pieces through parents, cousins, aunts. As a university student, I studied Japanese Canadian history and kept stumbling across things that looked familiar: Steveston; Buddhist Church. I started to look very carefully at names, at faces. I try to recognize everything. Every so often, I learn something I think my grandmother would have known.