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When I first heard what the essay contest was about, three very important people to me people to me popped into my head. But, it didn’t take long to figure out which one of those three I would write about- my papa. He hasn’t just been there for me one time. He has been there for me more than I can count. He has made the biggest difference in my life. My papa has always worried about my school. When I was enrolled in school, he made sure I went. He always made sure I had lunch money. I remember how I used to go school supply shopping with him. I still do to this day. Ever since I moved, he hasn’t had to take me to school. He always did what he could to help me with my homework. And even when I wasn’t in school for two and a half years, he still helped me study. He spent time helping me learn my states and my math. Now, math is my favorite subject. My papa always found ways to show how he cares. When I didn’t have a good place to live, he let me stay with him for a very long time. He used to let me go places with him just so I could get out of the house. If he noticed I was feeling down, he made sure he found out what it was. He did his best to make me feel as good as I could. I used to be terribly afraid to sleep on my own. So he moved into a different room just so I could sleep in the same bed as my grandma. The thing that really made me feel that I was special and not like everyone else to him is when he took time off of work for me. Usually, he only took time off for emergencies. Such as, when my grandma fell and got a concussion or, before I was born, he hurt his knee. But, he was never happy to stop working. But, if all I needed was to get tested for strep throat, he would be home within an hour just to take me. I didn’t realize it then, back when I was younger, but I really was lucky to have him do those things for me. Even to this day, my papa still does so much for me. Some people might think that he spoils me. That’s what grandparents do, right? My papa does spoil me. But, not just with materialistic things. He spoils me with love, laughter, and affection. He cares, loves and enjoys me. My papa works 12 hours a day, 5 days a week. But, even when he is super tired on the weekends, he still will let me hang out with him. Sometimes it’s not until I actually see him in person that I realize how tired he must really be. You can tell my cares because he is always telling me to do the best I can do because he knows that I can do so well. My papa has done more for me than you could ever know. Without him, I wouldn’t be half as smart as I am. Without him, I wouldn’t have been raised the way I was. I could be some rebellious, wild teenager up to no good, making all the wrong decisions. As a matter of fact, sometimes I think of him when I’m making some decisions. I would NEVER want to let him down! TO disappoint him would be like… well, I don’t know. But, I know I wouldn’t be very happy about it. I am one of the luckiest girls in the world to be able to call him my grandpa. To me, he is not _____________ (insert his name). He is my hero, He saved me. Saved me from dark scary nights all alone. Saved me from the regret of making D’s and F’s on every report card. The best part is that he never takes credit. He never talks about the things that he’s done so perfectly. HE doesn’t have a lot that he really enjoys. But, he will do almost anything to make some one else- like me- happy. He is one of the most modest people I know! I love him with ALL my heart. There is no question that he loves me back. © 2010 Poetry GirlAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on August 20, 2010 Last Updated on August 20, 2010 AuthorPoetry GirlAboutI am a 14 yr old girl and ive been through a lot. I havent had the best time growing up and at times i needed rescue and thankfully I got it when i needed it. ive been faced with many tough decisions .. more..Writing
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