Personal Narrative: Foster Home

Grandma is kind full,of heart….No matter where I am. What I’m doing. She follows every step. She makes sure I am alright and how I’m doing in life.

Today, me and Grandma were mournful that I’m move into a different foster home. We remember how much things we did together, going to neighbor to help out corn, eating honey from a beehive, and going for a walk in the valley street full of people that we have known.

A fresh new day. I noticed my Uncle was nice a man, but Auntie was not at all. All I know is that she still cares about me. Also my life is not the same. Day after day, month after month pass, the days are almost the same. I wonder if Grandma will ever come see me again. Usually in the morning I eat buns/dumplings or rice. It was alright,
grandma and I are riding bikes to the market to get buns. The smelly market has all kinds of fresh meat; fresh food, and the home surplus. After breakfast, I clean the dishes and sit outside by the door watching cars pass by. After noon, Auntie asks me to give her a massage or do chores. Past dinner time, Auntie usually lets me watch some television. I hear someone at the door, it must be the neighbor. The neighbor always gives us leftover fruits from his market (the fruits have bad spots on it); we cut the bad spots off and we eat the good part, this is how I end my day. School is coming soon the days will set less boring, but one day was different. After school, I saw my grandma looking around, I was so excited I could not stop smiling; so I ran to her give her a nice hug, and she walked home with me, but somebody didn’t look happy. Auntie didn’t like how grandma treated me so nice and she gave grandma an evil eye look. Grandma and I know that Auntie is not a nice person. Grandma talks to me for a few minutes and then she has to go,and that was my last chance to see kindness grandma from the far valley down the street. A grandma that is strong and full of heart, shouldn’t forget!