What My Grandmother Mean To Me Essay

Have you ever had someone to help guide you when you didn’t know what to do? For me, my grandmother, Sheila, is that person. Sheila is extremely beautiful, she’s heavyset and she has curly, black and grey hair. There hasn’t been one time when I was in need, and she wasn’t there for me. My grandmother have always lived pretty close to where I live. All my life, my grandmother has been the nicest person. Even though she was the nicest person she could also be the meanest at times. My grandmother would get mad when things didn’t go her way or when someone didn’t do something how she wanted. Even though she would have her attitudes she would never get mad at me. She always made me feel special, as if I were her favorite. My grandmother is my mentor in life and she is greatly appreciated. I remember it just like it was yesterday. I was 13 years old and I needed something to eat. My grandmother had gave me twenty dollars earlier
I looked day and night because I knew what my grandmother had told me was right. If I wanted things, I had to be independent and get it myself because no one else would do it for me. I eventually found a job at McDonald’s and began to save up my money so I could reach other goals. After saving up enough money, I bought a car. I began to then buy all the little things that I wanted. The feeling of independency was great. I didn’t have to ask my mother or my grandmother for anything. I got it all on my own and I was extremely proud of myself. I applied my grandmother’s aphorism of being independent because I knew adult was coming quickly. I needed to prepare myself for something great. I would soon be on my own, and I would have no one to rely on but myself. I knew that my mom wanted me to be independent so that was a goal I had to reach. Anytime someone felt like their parents would be there for them forever, I would share my grandmother’s aphorism with