Making the best of what life gave me

I'm one of those that grew up with either a relative or aunty from only God knows where. So growing up, I didn't grow up with my parents, and the people I grew up with up barely traveled to their home town. Their home town is about 5 to 6 hours journey to mine so anytime they travel that's the only opportunity I have to see my parents.

As I said they barely traveled to their home town. They only travel every 2 to 3 years and it's not everytime they travel that I see my parents. I was very okay living with them and I never felt like they are not my real family, ofcourse every once in a while that feeling comes but I quench immediately because they never gave me a reason to feel less at home.

I eat what the kids eat, when they want to buy clothes or sew clothes, I am always included, we didn't go to the same school but I went to a good school, my fees were paid even before they paid their children's own, they treated me with kindness and love, even the kids love me like their sister.

Because I didn't grow up with my parents, I don't have any memories, whether fun or not of my grandparents. During the holidays, we usually go to visit their grandma and she was a sweet heart. I saw her as my own grandma too and she is, when I was in school I wanted to always go to visit her just spend time with her.

She is the kind of grandma that will always buy something for us, to us she prepares the best meals even more than our mom, her food was truly delicious and she gives us big portions of meat when dishing out food. When we want to go to church on Sunday, she carries us with her car.

We call the car peacock 😂 car as at then. We gave the car the name because it could only take two passengers, the back was open and was meant to only carry things. But we would gladly and happily enter the car and be smiling, gisting and laughing with friends because she also carries other people living in the compound.

When people talk about their grandparents, sometimes I feel down because I didn't spend time with mine, but at the same time I cheer up because I have a grandma and memories to share.

Growing up with someone, there are some things you can't do or ask, you just have to flow with what you see and that's what I did and I don't regret it one bit. Sometimes the thought of asking my grandma to tell me what my mom was like when growing up pops to my head but what can I do, there was no grandma to ask.

I actually love the family I grew up with and I see them as my family, I don't regret one moment of my life with them. Yes I might not have any memories of my grandma but I have memories to share of My grandma, hope you ain't confused on that last part. Life doesn’t always give us everything we want, but we can make the best of what we have.

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