Everyone is asking me why I live with my grandparents:
Well,It's a long story.
When I was eight,I was staying with a friend in Kentucky.
[Before I moved down here to Ohio,I live in North Carolina.]
I stayed there for about a week or two and my parents were driving up to get me.
They were coming that Tuesday,so I knew I should be waiting for them.
I didn't hear from them.
About,two days later my grandparents came and got me.
We went down to my house in North Carolina,
And my parents weren't there.
We found a note on my bedroom door saying:
"Chris,we couldn't handle it."
The trip i went on,was a way to leave me.
Last year was the first time I heard from them since they said Goodbye to me in Kentucky.
My mom had died in a car accident.
My dad's exact words were,
"Your mom's dead. If it wasn't for you,it probaly wouldn't of happened. Me and Lizzy[my mom] could still be down in
North carolina. Thanks."
I cried a week straight.
My grandparents care enough to keep me.
I love them more than anything on this planet.
I don't know what I would do without them.