This picture of a modern Menora tells of my family’s culture. My dad was raised in a Kibbutz, a rural area within Israel where everything is communal. Growing up, his family would light an antique Menora every December during Hanuka, an object most memorable for its unique triangular shape. Now that my father is well into his adulthood, he took it upon himself to recreate the Menora from his youth, but with a more modern spin. To me, this beautiful piece is a tribute to my family’s name, one that tells the story of a forgotten past riddled with hardship but also shines a light on a hopeful future. Without our history and culture, we wouldn’t be who we are today.