Role Model

You pour your story out so much you begin to feel empty rather than sad. There is nothing left but a dry taste in your mouth and you can only give the repetition of a story told many times before.

At a young age, I was quite the nomadic warrior. My parents being young themselves, were never able to hold up a permanent residence for long. Money was scarce and so was time. It was not long before they threw in the towel and waved their white flags of surrender. It was apparent that they could not sustain a suitable home. With nowhere to turn in the city of San Antonio, they packed us up and drove down the narrow roads to a town by the name of Fort Stockton. Here would lie the family and support we so desperately needed.

As we neared our destination, I could slowly feel the warmth surge through my body. I knew I was home. Walking up to the estate, I was welcomed with the strong luring scent of chocolate chip cookies before I even knocked on the door. Once I snapped out of my sugar-induced trance, I proceeded to lightly tap the door. After a few tries and my father's persistent poundings, the house lit up. An older woman opened the door. Welcoming us in seemed instinctive rather than courteous and her calming voice made me feel safe.

Now, six years later, we still live with the same people that welcomed us in their home. My grandmother Irene is definitely one of my role models. She loves talking to people and she loves helping out any way she can. She's the type of person that puts others before herself and she has always been this selfless.

Looking at my grandmother, she stands about 5’0 and she is quite petite. However, do not let her size fool you. She is a go-getter and if she wants something she gets it because she has this determination in her that nothing could hinder. Most people call my grandmother my mother and at this point, I have stopped correcting them. When I tell them her age they are definitely surprised because she does look younger than she actually is. Of course, we have our ups and downs but I am a teenager and at this stage in life we do not get along with our mothers.

Regardless of my family's opinions, I love my mother and I also would love to be with her. With this being said, I am aware that if I did live with her I would not have the opportunities I do now. I am so grateful because my grandmother has tried so hard to provide the best she can for us and look at me now. I have pretty good grades, I am taking college classes, and I will be the first in my family to graduate (hopefully). As a parent, you sacrifice so much for your children and being on the outside looking in is hard to understand that. I have taken so much for granted and now that I am older I realise the reasoning behind most things. I strongly believe that everything happens for a reason. I would not have half the things I do now if I did not move down here. No matter what, my grandmother always supports me in everything I want to do. Everything I accomplish I owe to her.

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[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Grandmothers are the den of love, there is the heart and then what pumps the heart, you? the heart beat, struck by the ever pulsing rhythm shared by another. I would say, they are the super hero's with no cape.