The Life Of My Family

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I was born in Huntsville, Alabama my family moved to North Carolina in 2001 on the behalf of a troubling family member. I was not raised around religious people like most. The only person in my family that was religious was my grandmother, she use to force me and other siblings to come to church with her on Sundays. My grandmother was and still is very much senile; watches The Heat of The Night, and Family feud. She practically raised me and a few other siblings in the same home she owned for years. We lived in Warrenton, NC for about 6 years then I was 12 in that big green house. Every morning before we go to school my great grandmother will give us some oatmeal and a glass of milk only because we kept complaining how nasty the school food …show more content…
Families fuss and fight but at the end of the day we love each other and would never harm one another. My grandmother got older and decided to move back down here I was so excited to hear she was coming back. She came and moved into a house, it was on a little street named Haley Street in Warrenton. I and my aunt moved in with her because of her being so old. Like most grandmothers she kept the house clean and food cooked. After years went by my grandmother had lung cancer, a few heart attacks and strokes, but survived each condition. Every time I heard she was in the hospital I was so scared to go see her. But her strength was what made me be inspired by her. She was so strong and level headed, and without my grandmother my family would be a mess. Every family needs a wise, strong and level headed person. And my grandmother was that person in my family. Because of her health issue and my aunt being the one taking care of her, my aunt and grandmother thought it was best if I moved with my godmother. And today at the age of 81 she still lives and inspire me to be a better …show more content…
I was just going to middle school, new faces and new friends. My freshman year went by fast, it was almost the end of my sophomore year I made a lot of new friends. One night I was lying in bed I thought I heard fire trucks and an ambulance pass by my house, but I lived in the country so I thought I was just dreaming. The next morning I got on the bus and somehow I knew something was wrong, so I asked why everyone was so quite. They told me “Abria died last night in a fire”. There were two girls name Abria at my school one of the, I didn’t know much, but the other was one of my best friends. The first think I thought that came to mind was that it was the Abria I didn’t know. When I got to school I seen a few of my friends crying and then I just knew it my Abria. All of I could do was fall down to the grown and crying screaming why, why her? I found out that night while Abria’s parents were out to the grocery store she and her newborn baby brother were laying ion the bed sleep with a pile of clothes in front of the house vent, and the clothes caught on fire because of the heat coming out of the vent. They could not escape the fire surround the windows and the door, so she laid on top of her brother and waited for help, but no one came. All I could remember was her smile, her confidence, her maturity for her age, her beauty and her support. When she came in a room I could be having a bad day as soon as she smiled my day became

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