I changed a lot in the past 5 and a half years. Since my mother kicked me and my sister out of the house. Since when I live with my grandmother.
I don't even remember that day so good. It's all foggy. All I know is that we were sleeping and all of a sudden, my mother wakes us up and tells us to get up and leave. Just like that.
It wasn't like we didn't want to leave, because God, we wanted so much to get out from that environment. But we didn't expect it to be so sudden. And in the middle of the night.
I remember that we called our father to come pick us out. I didn't pack anything,cause I thought that the next day she will come after us. She didn't come...
My grandmother took her place. And, wow, what a difference. But still...
I forgave her 4 years ago for just leaving us. And I got used to not having a real mother. But I still miss her sometimes. And I know that it was the greatest thing that happened in my life, and I am grateful, don't get me wrong, but I sometimes wonder. What if?
And I do have a stepmother, but it's not the same. Even my awesome grandma couldn't take her place entirely.
So yeah, that changed me a lot. It made me stronger.
And I'll always have my sister to talk to. She's my best friend even though she pisses me off sometimes :)) Hey, but I piss her off, too. So we're even.
