Injustice to a Kind Heart

Injustice to a Kind Heart When I look back at my life, I realize how grateful I am for the things I have and the people that are around me today. I see life a long road trip with twists and turns, but in the end we arrive exactly where we are supposed to be. Throughout my life there have been many ups and downs, and I have always made my choices accordingly. Now that I am on the verge of heading to college, it’s time for me to recognize what really matters in life. Family is my highest priority. We may argue at times but when I’m feeling down or in a crucial situation, they are always there for me, and that is something I cannot expect from some of my friends. I was born in India, but my parents immediately moved to Michigan, in search of a better job and future. Because of this, I was separated from my relatives in India. My family and I still have the opportunity to go see our relatives once a year during the summertime. These trips have been the most memorable experiences in my life.
Everyone in my family has something different about them, whether it’s my little cousin’s fascination of cars or my grandpa’s endless enjoyment of the television. But the person that stood out to me the most was my grandma. She has been a loving person all her life, and she never asked for anything in return for her good deeds. Dusk till dawn, she will constantly tend to others wants and needs, before she would even start doing things for herself. Growing up in struggling times, my grandma did not have the opportunity to receive a basic education, as it was frowned upon for a woman to be educated in her family. She did the best she could to educate herself, reading as many books as she could get her hands on without her family noticing. Luckily, she married to my grandfather at a young age, and left the discouraging household that she used to call home. My grandma and I had wonderful times together every time I had the chance to visit her. She would cook my favorite foods