When I was younger, my grandmother used to be my hero, my inspiration. She lived in New Orleans, Louisiana and I lived in Lafayette, LA. To those of you who do not know, that is a two and a half hour drive. But my family has always made it a point to visit every chance we got. My grandmother and I used to be inseparable until one day. The year was 2012. Our birthdays were only a few days apart so we would call each other on our birthdays and talk for hours. Finally, the phone calls stopped, the letters stopped being written, and the love stopped being given. I had no ideas why this happened or what caused it to happen. I never told my parents about it because I didn't want them to think any less of her.

When people would ask about her to me I would get defensive about it and try to explain the situation but they just thought I was being a brat. Luckily, I had my wonderful neighbor Mrs.Doris or, to me, my other grandmother. I was lucky she was put into my life. She would always be there for me when I needed her. She never missed a dance recital, a volleyball tournament, or any of my grandparents' events. When people ask how she is related to me, I no longer feel upset about my situation and I would open up about what had happened. I finally told my parents what happened and to no surprise they thought I was just being ignorant and crying for attention. But as time went by, my parents started to realize that what was happening was true and they have come to understand and were okay with the fact that, no, I don't have a grandmother but, yes, I do have one that stepped up and played the role to the best as she could.