Memories.

I don't know how old I was, maybe ten or eleven.. My mom used to leave me home alone in theapartment all the time. There were two bedrooms and a wide open space, which held the kitchen, living room, and front hall. My mother had an obsession with the colors orange, red and yellow. So, on top of the dingy brown carpet, rested a large leather couch that looked like a queen sized bed, folded in half with a large red sheet holding it together. I remember one time, my grandma, from my dads side, came to pick me up for a little weekend visit with my family.. When she walked into the house she had the most disgusted look on her face. Like she couldn't believe her granddaughter lived somewhere so "poor". She had my cousin Jacob with, who I used to be really close with, and that was the first time he had ever seen where I lived. He lived in a dirty old house in Minneapolis and up until then, he thought I was a spoiled little brat who lived in a huge, nice house. Whenever I told him he was wrong, he thought I was joking I guess. But after that, he stopped making fun of me when my grandma bought me clothes, probably because he understood that when she bought me things, that was really the only time I got anything other than food and a package of underwear. When she knocked on the door, I was playing some weird game on the gamecube, something I did often to pass the time. I can't remember if I was expecting her or not. I used to go with her every other weekend and I think I forgot that it was her weekend. Anyways, the door was open, so I just yelled to her and told her to come in. I remember when she walked in, she saw me alone on the floor of the empty apartment and asked where everyone was. I replied with the same answer I gave everyone; "I dunno.. probably at work.. why does it matter?". She looked at me kind of weird, I think maybe the answer I gave her made her a little sad. Who doesn't know where they're parents are when they leave you home alone for hours?

I also remember my other grandma, who I'm very close with, used to come over sometimes and bring me soup and things. At least I think it was at this apartment. She always bought me meals or came over with something she had made for dinner to share with me. She used to crack jokes with me about where my mom was and how the only time I got to see her was when my mommy abandoned me at home. I love my grandma.. hahah.. My mom used to take her away from me when I was supposedly misbehaving. She used to do that a lot. Or when my grandma wouldn't give her what she wanted, they would get into huge fights and my mom wouldn't let her see me for a while.

Thats all I can remember for now... :p