I just have to echo the refrain...how did I miss this film? A deeply familiar tale of how families, black immigrant families, remake memories to fit the stories of who they are becoming. OMG, when the grandmother says at the funeral parlor "tell him he will have to come back some other time...." how is that not every WI mother, here in the US or back in the Caribbean, reminding you who run things? Such credible character development, tender without being saccharine, and funny without slipping into caricature (a note Ash hits perfectly every time). So grateful that I stumbled on this, it has the 1990s ethos of Love Jones and Soul Food wrapped into one lovely film. May it find a second life.