Remember when you were little and you’d go to your grandmother’s house for the holidays? After you had had your big meal of the day, you, your siblings and cousins, your grandmother and maybe an aunt or two would all stretch out on makeshift bedding, cuddled up next to each other, the children listening to the grown-ups gossip while tickling and pinching each other. Comforted by the musty, sour smell of human bodies, you would drift asleep, secure in your family and in your place in the world.