The Power of Love.

A better description.

I have always been the black sheep of the family since I was an only child and my views on the world were different to my family. I lived with my mom in a small town of Puerto Rico, called Arecibo. We lived alone because my father moved out so that he could be free to live. I had a big family that was not blood related yet our bond was stronger than that. We lived in a neighborhood that was so close that the ones around you became family. Unfortunately I was one of the only of the 10 girls that lived there. So I would mostly hang out with the boys making me the odd one out. Yet I loved it because I was the Princess and my boys always had my back. However when it came to adults I only had one close by that understood me just the way I was. And that was my paternal grandmother.

When I started the 6th grade my mom and I moved to Massachusetts because my grandmother got sick. She had cancer and there she could get the best treatment. This meant that I only got to see my boys on the summers and it was hard.

When I was in 9th grade we moved back home to our island, and I was some what excited to be home. The problem was that we moved back because my grandmother didn't have to much time left and she wanted to spend it in her home. On my fist day of school back home I began hanging out with the neighborhood bad boy. . .Alex. I started smoking cigarettes and weed trying to help ease the pain from what I knew was coming. I spent the year going to school, hanging out with Alex or my boys and the evenings with my grandma while my mom made diner.

Then it happened the last week of school. . . And the night that I lost my grandmother.

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Chapter one will be posted as soon as someone tells me if my idea is worth it.