Growing up with my grandmother in a small town in the Island of Jamaica, I’ve always watched my beloved grandmother served the people of our community with food, clothing, finances and whatever their needs were with great love and passion. My grandmother always makes enough food, just in case someone stops by, so she could have the opportunity to share, although, she had countless grandchildren who she was helping to raise.

During the holidays and vacations, I would visit my very young parents in the city. My parents had nine children. However, I noticed they were always giving and sharing with their neighbors and other families. My mother had always breastfed other babies, who’s mothers were not able to produce ...