My grandparents, just as Didion implied, put a lot on the line for themselves and their children when they later decided to move to California. When the promise of a new beginning faded after Winnek's death, the idea of ​​the California Dream became almost nonexistent. However, my grandfather's job as a plasterer was enough to support his family and three other children were added to the mix. They began to realize that a larger house was needed, and in 1974 they moved to a new house on Park Street in Cerritos, a two-story sky blue building with a red brick porch that paralleled a farmhouse dairy housing hundreds of cows. Minutes from the Cerritos Mall, a frequent destination for my mother and her teenage sisters, this new home represented the true meaning of “success” for my grandparents. They had succeeded; they left everything they had known, their family, their friends, their whole life, and started a new life on the Gold.