My mother left after giving birth to me and my father soon found someone new. One snowy day, he abandoned me at the edge of a lake, leaving me alone and helpless as he turned and walked away.
Grandma… She dove straight into that freezing lake without hesitation, risking her own life amidst the ice and snow to pull me out.
Holding me close, she sobbed, "Amara, you still have your grandma. Grandma will always be here to watch you grow up."
This old lady was as stubborn as they come, fiercely determined to raise me all on her own. I never lacked for love. Where other girls had beautiful school bags and trendy braided hairstyles, I had them too.Grandma always made sure of it.
The two of us, bound by a bond deeper than blood, depended on each other for everything. I dreamed of holding her hand and guiding her through life's happiest moments, especially when I married.
But in a sad twist of fate, those words became a mere wish. She fell ill and the sickness struck with a vengeance.
Now, she lay on her bed, her once-strong frame whittled down to skin and bones.