I grew up in a family, where our guest were treated like family. I remembered, my parents always making everyone feel right at home. Even when my siblings and I were sad, they'll say to us, "Smile, do not show our guest sadness." Even if we didn't have much, my mother will cook everything we had for them. My father will get the cheese and olives, and open up the best wines to spread the cheer.

We will love and respect our guest. Just like my parents has shown us. Your guest is your family. So, come be our guest because you are family.