• granmda. she was the joy of my life. she was the only person who loved me, and i wasnt a disapointment to her. my life was going fine, until that one day, that one dreadful day, the day my grandma died. my mom was the first one who told me, and the second i heard her, my heart died. everyday i thought of her, everynight i dreamed about her, although, i had to cry myself to sleep everynight before i dreamed of her. from then on, my mom acted differently. she started drinking beer and then she started smoking. my mom got more aggressive and beat me up if i forgot something or if i didnt do the job right.i got my license at the age of 16, and decided to go to a party to celebrate. i wasnt going to tell my mom, she wouldnt have cared. when i got to the party,i saw cookies, and i started crying.my grandma loved cookies, and she gave me some cookies everytime i visited her. i couldnt take the pain, so i was gonna drink beer, but before i could take a sip, a guy next to me told me not to, because if i was going to drive home, i would have to be beer free, and if i was beer free, no one would get hurt in a car accident. i listened to him and i didnt drink all night at the party, and when i was driving home, i actually felt proud of myself, and i smiled, but in an instant, another car hit my car. i climbed out of the car as fast as i could, and i fell on the ground right when my head got out of the car. i felt numb, and my vision was getting blurry, the last thing i saw was a drunk guy in his car knocked out, and my grandma at my side, smiling, finally, i was going to be reunited with my loving grandma. and i was going to have an everlasting happiness.