The Unforgettable

Chapter 1

When I was six I was the little girl who got everything and was the happiest person in the world. I had a lot of friends that I loved and that were there for me. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I had a perfect life. Until that one day changed it all. I started to be with my grandparents more and more everyday. Then I started to realize that I lived with them and that my parents didn't really care. My grandparents had a beautiful house I loved it so much until I started to become the maid. I would have to clean every room and bathroom in that house even the basement. I mean that house was big and when I'm talking big I'm talking about two bathroom a office a huge kitchen and living room and dining room. Three bedroom and plus the basement. I would have to vacuum and wash every part of that house everyday. See my grandmother would never do anything all she would do is sit in the reclining chair and drink this weird thing in a can which I never knew what it was. All I knew is it made her very mean. I never understood why though. After a few hours she would pass out so I would normally go in my room and find something to do. She would wake up a hour before my grandfather got home from work and start to cook supper, and act like shes been doing stuff all day which was not true. Every time my grandfather would get home he would also have this weird drink but it wasn't in a can it was in a glass, but it smelt like coffee but it was a strong coffee. He would get all happy and then pass out. He would also like to preach about how to live life. I never understood what he was drinking I always asked what it was all he could say is its a medicine that he can only take. I just agreed and walked off. Every time he would drink I would go up stairs and find my favorite dress and put it on and do my hair nice and go down stairs to surprise him. He would turn on music and we would dance most of the night. Some nights were fun but some nights turned out bad. Some night when my grandfather would pass out my grandmother would still be up and she would be very mean. She would pull my hair and push me around and treat me like a rag doll like I didn't belong like I was a nobody. She use to beat me all the time when my grandfather wasn't around but when he was she was all nice and lovey dove to me. My grandmother was a horrible person and I never wanted to be around her, but I had to because I lives with her. When I got to see my parents which was once in a while I would tell them but they would never believe me so it kept happening over and each day.