Our family came over. Aunt Kiara and Nini Koralin, Grandpa Lui and of course, my mom. Kaylee. On every July 27th, everyone from our closest family comes over for dinner. Why? Well, that's a contentious topic.

Sitting at the long dinner table, Grandpa Lui was sitting at the head of the table, facing the living room. My mom was next to me, at the other head of the table. Before we had eaten the food that Nini Koralin cooked for us, Grandpa told us to hold hands. I was holding the sweaty palm of my mother, and the moisturized hand of Leilani, my oldest cousin.

"Now, before dinner, we gather for a prayer. Thank you Kameka, for everything You've done to us. Thank You for giving us all the opportunity to live, after almost everyone we know was killed. I appreciate Your mercy, and especially, for getting rid of my late wife, Katelynn Grant-Sagi. We all could never thank you more. In Kameka's name, Yume."

We all repeated yume after. Nini Koralin raised her glass. "Toast to the ones we've lost? And to the death of my mother!" Everyone clinked their glasses together, including me. I'm not sure what she's done, but she was responsible for the death of 10 or more of my family members. But so was Lui.

"Do you want ice in your drink, father?" My mother stood up, taking the glass my father had once had in his hand. He smirked, jerking his chin up. "It would be a pleasure."

I watched as mother took his drink into the kitchen, opening the freezer. But, instead of reaching for our ice cube mold, she grabbed a bag full of ice that was fractured in odd and unpredictable ways.

She poured half of the bag into the cup, before closing it and putting it back into the freezer. "Here you go!" Mom smiled as she handed him the cup, in which the suspicious ice bobbed atop of the drink he had.

Grandpa Lui raised it. "I know you want me dead. But, that's okay for me." He put the cup up to his lips, swallowing most of the drink and the ice included. Grandpa Lui coughed a spattered blood and drink mixture, before smearing it down his chin. In stuttered words, he said the only word he knew.

"Thank you, Kate. Karma does always find her way back to the source."