You really dont know what you have till you lose it. Within a year death came not once not twice but three times. Eventually chilhood memories were just that memories that sometimes reapper ones mind. How i wish i could be a kid again. We aparted no longer hot summer days.
Holidays are just ther to be known.
I'm 14 now and things are the same. Since my grandma and my cousins pasted away things have be so differnt. I still cry at night when i know no one is looking or hearing. How i wish my grandma was here with me through all the up and downs. Right know i'm looking forward to being with them again.