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Sweet memories with grams.

Saying grams was just grams to me is understatement,she raised me with good morals.
She was there for me ,when I got my first period and guided me through everything,she gave me a memorised advice and reminded me that I was no longer a girl but a grown woman and if I played with boys then I would either get pregnant or sick with STDs.

She cautiously recommended I use a condom if I really had to do the sex stuffs and she highly recommended abstinence till marriage as the best thing that could happen to me..I know I didn't do exactly as she instructed but peer pressure makes you do stuffs you never imagined you could especially when you are high.
There, s no time in the the short time I knew Sophie grams ever supported our friendship she always was against it ,but who was I here to hear?
That friendship is what got me here in the first place it robbed me of my dreams.

No day passes that I don't regret but everything happens for a reason, this I keep telling myself .its always good to encourage yourself,right?I think its become a norm for me of late,I swear its the only thing I'm becoming good at daily.

Now if I was in grams shoes,would I take myself back?definitely no,I simply do not give second chances,well except when I'd become/used to be high,which is a dead and buried fairy tale.

Everything about grams is just perfect ,she loves whole hearted lay ,is forgiving,trustworthy,understanding,and everything good that a human being can be perceived to possess,,...may be more.

She's giving me a second chance to rewrite my wrongs,she's still not the mean type with words,she simply told me that whatever I set my mind to conceive I'll posses....possession of a new version of me is driving me nuts.

I want to be good,I want people to look at me and wonder who did my moral makeover. I want my family to be proud of me and most importantly I want the only fruit of my womb to be proud that despite of who her mother used to be,she's grateful to have lived and not found rejected in the streets,or dumped in the bins or worst case scenario flushed to the toilet as pieces like some bastard would have suggested.

And with this positivity in mind I would love to show her the love and sweet memories that come from my encounters with grams.
The only other woman besides my mother that will always linger in my subconscious mind whenever I'm stuck in decision making.

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What do you think grams symbolises in Sonia's life?

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