I feel like I’ve talked about this already, but whatever…my childhood home was cool. It was me my mom and my granny up until I was about 2 then my mom and I moved out and got a place of our own. My home was filled with love and a lot of good times and a lot of good arguments lol. On the weekends I would go back to my grannys to spend the night and go to church every Sunday morning……
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The death of my granny has had to be the biggest event that has affected my family. It changed our lives completely and changed the way I felt (for the worse) about some people in my family. It was like she was the glue that held my family together and when she died chaos erupted.
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