My grandma was the only one in this world who loved me. Sure, I had a family, a dad and a mom, and a baby sister, Jasmine. Ever since the new baby was born, I've been neglected and ignored. It's like I'm not even here. Like I'm invisible.
I used to spend all day at my grandma's house. She once tried to teach me how to knit, didn't go well. It ended up going to her cat, Cookie. My favorite part about my grandma was she'd tell the best stories. As the years went by, she started to repeat them, but I never got bored with them, they always blew my mind. She always had the most creative ones to tell. She was a little nuts at times, but I loved her all the more.
The day after my 13th birthday, my grandma ended up in the hospital because of another seizure. My family couldn't care less about her, it seemed that I was the only one who loved her as she was the only one who loved me. my grandpa loved her, no doubt, but he's been dead for five years, and that's when my grandma started having seizures every month. The doctors said she wouldn't last, and was diagnosed with epilepsy. The day after my birthday was her last day on earth.
I am Amanda Marcus, the most depressed 13 year old in the world.
