Hey all !!
So I skipped the last homework on what am I an expert in because well there's nothing I am an expert in. And to think I am an expert in something means I don't have room to grow which I always have room to grow ! But I'm getting pretty amazing at playing Tetris.....
Anyways
My hero ! I have the most amazing hero I could ever ask for. That hero is my grandmother.
I have the best grandma I could ever ask for and the things she has done for me I honestly could never repay.
I grew up pretty tough and thanks to her I was able to have the little bit of normalcy in my life. My parents were well not the best. My father is mentally ill, abusive, and incredibly controlling. As a kid I was not aloud to speak to anyone in his presence. I was not aloud to have friends in school or to associate with anyone outside of my family. This including playing outside (God forbid if the neighbors said hi to me). It was very isolating and very lonely. I have an older sister but she was from my fathers previous marriage and I only saw her on weekends so unfortunately I was very lonely. My mother tried to leave my father several times but every time he came back she took him in and things went back to normal.
Thankfully, my mother comes from a very big close family and my grandmother is who would babysit me while my parents were at work. Grandmas house was my second home. Here is where I would play with my cousins all day and not be afraid to speak. My grandma would comb my hair and let me play with the neighborhood kids without letting my parents know. I was able to invite friends over for dinner at her house. I was able to look like I lived a semi-normal life.
My grandma knew my father was crazy and he was not allowed in the house. Whenever he threw his fits she would stick up for me unlike my mother.
But her greatest contribution to my life didn't come until I was 16.
My father hated me being around my family (including his own family) and him and my mother decided to move to Pennsylvania in the middle of nowhere as far away from everyone as possible. This was hell. Everything got worse than it was before. I was getting beat up constantly and it came to the point where I believed he was going to kill me. My high school boyfriend became concerned and he told my teacher what was going on in my house and in return I was taken away by child protective services. I lived in several foster homes just trying to survive.
Here's where my grandma with help of my aunt fought to get custody of me. They battled my parents and the state for a year and a half until I was finally emancipated and was able to move back into my grandmothers house.
I was a troubled teenager by then and sadly I put her through a lot because I was lost. She helped me grow into the woman I am today and without her I believe I would be dead.
To this day even though I've left her house many years ago, she still packs me food everytime I visit. And I try my best to call her once a day to see how she is.
She is my best friend and I love her with all my heart.
