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I Miss My Grandma
Introduction
Grandmothers are typically someone you look to for comfort, enjoy quality time, or just feel their tenderness and love. I used to have that as a kid and saw her as a comforting hero to my problems. I remember how safe I felt with her and how it was incomparable to how I felt at home. She made me her special chamomile tea before school when I got nervous. She comforted me when I got yelled at by my parents. It’ll never be like that anymore.
No, She Hasn’t Passed
I started growing up and saw a different side of her. It started when I saw her crying over her son who cheated on his wife where it all spiraled down from there. My mom used to tell me stories about how my grandma abused her physically, verbally, and emotionally. Yet, she was the one she went to for all of her problems because she was the only one who regularly called her and handled her medical emergencies.
My mom carried the weight of all of her mother’s problems, affecting her so much it trickled down to me. Then suddenly, I was sharing the weight of her problems. Every time she arrived at our house, it was because she wanted something. She never wanted to spend time with us, just needed something done and she left. We asked her to stay awhile, but she was always late for something. It was usually nothing.
