In life, there are few things that will determine the course of your fate, and will ultimately determine your end. As I sit and type, I realize that I am at a crossroads of my life. Something that happens in everyone’s life, just usually not this early.
My grandmother passed away two months ago as I write this. Now, most people would not consider this a large deal. But it is for me. I do not tell people about my past too often, and when I do I usually need to trust them, but I figure sooner or later people will find out. I would rather it be me that told them.
I was born on August 15, 1992 without the love of a father. I lived with my mother and my grandmother my whole life. My mother, being a flight attendant was gone quite a bit, especially for a small child, so my grandmother became my father quite fast. She not only became my father, but my mother as well. Most people do not understand this, and no matter how hard I try to make others understand, they must wish not to understand.
My grandmother was my parent, she had full authority over me. She took me to baseball/basketball games, karate matches, and loads of events.
After I have explained that, losing a parent is hard for anyone, especially at an early age. My grandmother always made sure I was respectful of other’s and their culture. She always wanted me to travel as she did with my grandfather. I always wanted to be a foreign exchange student, but I, being chronically ill as a child, could never become one. After I had gotten over my sickness my grandmother became ill and never quite recovered. Slowly the process reversed until I took care of her, more than she took care of me.
Now I look to a crossroads, I am graduating early from high school, hopefully with a 3.75 average, and nothing afterwards, I decided to do what my grandmother wanted me to do. I will not go to many cultures, but just one. I will visit the land of my ancestors, to learn their heritage and culture. To learn about another’s way of life and compare it to my own. To start a new life there, with new people and new places.
May God be with me.
Crossroads.
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