I’m a woman working as a cook. I got married this year and I’m thoroughly enjoying my newlywed life. I don’t usually talk about my past to the people around me. I don’t have many friends, but unless it’s someone very close, I just say that I grew up in a very ordinary way.
However, my childhood was not that smooth. It wasn’t that I was unhappy because I had someone who loved me very dearly – that person was my grandpa. He was my only family. As far as I can remember, I was always with my grandpa. He protected me with his love. I didn’t have my parents, so I was an orphan, you could say.
My grandpa worked as a laborer at the construction site to raise me. When he got old, he picked out waste paper to sell or he would get fruits and vegetables to load in his truck to sell them too. So, I have no baby pictures.
My grandpa said that I should have my childhood saved, and after I was six, he took me to the photography studio to have my picture taken on each birthday. It was as if to record my growth. Thus, I have a few photos spaced a year each.
I didn’t attend kindergarten, but I was able to learn the alphabet and numbers. My grandpa was poor, but he had a good reputation in the neighborhood. Neighbors volunteered to take care of me, saying that my grandpa was working hard to raise me. Therefore, I was able to eat hot meals and play with neighbors’ older children, from whom I learned many things. When my grandpa came back from work, he would…..Read Full Story Here……..
