Thank you, Grandma

When I was 14 I packed my things and left. I was fighting a lot with my my mother, and my father was in and out of my life and addicted to painkillers. I just couldn’t do it anymore, so walked out.

I lived with my dad for a bit, but it wasn’t good. I stayed with friends, but eventually asked my grandmother if I could stay with her. She was in her 70s, and she reluctantly agreed.