I grew up with my maternal grandparents. People in the village called me a homeless wild child, but at least Grandma still loved me. After starting middle school, I went back to live with my parents. We were all together, but somehow that didn't include me. I was an outsider. Living with relatives who felt nothing for me, I was always blamed, falsely accused, and treated differently. I hadn't even had the chance to repay Grandma before she passed away. Just as my relationship with Dad was starting to improve, he passed away too. I was never anyone's favorite, and gradually I got used to it, but I really do need someone to care about me. I'll take each day as it comes from now on. I miss Grandma so, so much.
