The Life I Live.

Grandma's house

My dad must of knew I looked in his top drawer, Because he started locking his door.
Later on threw the weeks my mom decide for me to go to her mom's house for the weekend where I met my other aunt from Puerto Rico.
I didn't really wanna go I loved being home.
My mom and dad always took the 15 bus to work, My mom's mom lived right in the building next to Paul's store.
I got to see where my parents worked in some little store.
My mom behind the counter with Paul and my dad working under cars and fixing stuff in the building.
By the time my dad drank his coffee it was time to go to my grandmas and boy she lived in a high floor
The 4th floor!
High for me cause I had to walk up 12 flights of stairs.
I had no clue how to walk them I never walked up stairs,
So my dad carried me up and I weight more then my dad I was a chubby little girl.
My grandma's house was scary to me.
Gave me a weird presence.
My grandma was very religious had crosses every were.
She also had a room for me,
2 beds with lots of stuffed animals and smell of moth balls.
I loved it but as 8 o'clock came
I would cry and scream for my parents looked right out the window and saw them leave in Paul's wagon.
But that night I slept with my grandma.
But I knew when I woke up the next day I would not tolerate being here another day.