My grandmother is the most important person in my life. I grew up in rough homes with my mom's drug use and abusive boyfriends. When I was 9 years old. My mother, brother, and I left my two younger siblings with their dad and moved to my grandma's a few states away. I haven't seen my younger sister or brother in almost 7 years.
When we came here my mom continued drug use and her string of awful boyfriends. It was some of the scariest times of my life. But I never talked about it to my friends, I've always been a cheerful person. My grandma rescued me once again, and my brother and I have been living with her for years now. She is kind, honest, and very giving. Shes my best friend, my hero, my love.
She always always always tells me I'm the sweetest and strongest person she knows. That I'm beautiful, smart, and important. She tells me to be smart, make good choices, and gives me everything I need. On her 67th birthday I wrote 67 reasons why I loved her which brought her to tears. (and still does each time she reads it) She says its the best gift shes ever received.
I owe her my life. Because without her I would surely still be living in the life of a drugged mom and her awful boyfriends. Last night at dinner, she was talking about one of her son's, my uncle, and how as a baby he was always gentle never cried and was a very good kid.
She said that she remembered me, at 3 years old being kind and gentle and sweet and that she and my grandfather worries so much that I would grow up a bad kid. But she was so happy that I am still just as kind and gentle. She said that I am the best example of true inner strength she has ever seen and that she was so proud of me for being able to deal with the drug use, and abuse of those who I was raised by, and be a depression free, and truely happy teenager.
I was so close to tears as she said this.
I would truely be nowhere without her.
