Each day, I live my life cherishing the moment I share with the people that I love because I never know when something can happen to them. If all of a sudden something tragic happens to a person you care about, all that is left are the memories you had with them and that reminiscence will stay with you forever. On the other hand, what can you do if someone that was supposed to be an important part of your life passes away before you even got a chance to build memories with them?
I don’t know whether I am going to forgive myself because of what I did to my grandmother. I lost her when I am sixteen years of age and that was on the new year of 2008. She raised me when I was eight month old until when I am sixteen I was still under her control. I was staying in a difficult life that I know that most of the teenagers here in American Samoa don’t want to live in that life. She gets up every morning to prepare everything for me and my other siblings for school. We only get one tala ($1:00) for school bus fair, and my brother gets the money for our bread in the morning. We only share one bread among the five of us but it wasn’t that bad but that’s how my life is.
I have so many memories about my grandmother but I don’t where to start and where to end. She passed away because of the entire bad attitude that I show her, and even though I did so many bad things but she was my angel at night, my blanket when it’s cold and my guidance where ever I go. Among all my sisters and brothers I am the one she always talk about because she said that I am the only daughter that she had will make a change in the family. I missed her so much and I wish that I can turn the time around and bring her back and make new memories, memories that no other people had it before.
One day, I went home after school and I was so tired and I don’t want to do anything, all I want is to go to sleep but I can’t. My grandmother keep telling me...