I was born in Florida and spent my first five years there growing up. I was always around my grandma and my mom. They were the ones who raised me. My grandma stayed home to watch me while my mom went to work. We were all living in a cute one-story house with my grandpa and uncle. About two years before moving to California, my grandpa had passed from an illness I still can’t comprehend today. His death really changed my grandma, my mom, and my uncle. I moved to California after that. I only distinctly remember my middle school. I had went to this school called Cooper, and I met my best friend there. We don’t talk anymore now that I live in Texas, and we don’t have each others numbers, social medias, or Skype. Living in Texas can be hard sometimes
