Four years ago I was a 9 year old girl who lived with my healthy loving grandma. I went with her everywhere and helped her with whatever she needed. But a few years later I found out that she had cancer which was devastating because if she ever passed away on me I didn't know where I would end up I could have been anywhere such as a foster home or with a new foster family. The thought of it was scary but I just had to be strong, for me, but mostly for her because I tried my best to take care of her and keep her happy.
Next update: Saturday 4th😘!!
ILYG ✌✌
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My Loss
Non-FictionTHE DAY WE LOSS OUR LOVED ONE!! HEY EVERYONE THIS IS A TRUE STORY JUST SO U GUYS KNOW!!
