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My Grandmother : An Easy Task For Me

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More than Just a Grandma, but a Lifesaver Growing up was not such an easy task for me. There came a time where I needed support far more than any one person could provide, except for one. She is exceptional she was my rock, she held my world together she is my Grandmother. My Grandmother is not just my Grandmother; she is also my friend, my provider, and my savior because without her I would have more than likely taken a very wrong path in life. There she stands, all of five feet tall, short brown hair set in pin curls, dressed in modern day slacks and a flower print shirt. She is fierce, never afraid to speak her mind; she is my hero; she saved my life; she is my Grandma. My grandma made my world so much easier. Driving her four-door, tan Buick fifty miles one way from the small factory town of Warsaw, Indiana, to the college city of South Bend, Indiana, every weekend to retrieve me. She would pack me in the front seat of the car, opening the door, the familiar scent of grandma 's rose perfume mixed with her lemon air freshener greeted me like an old friend. We headed off to the Kmart to buy my shoes, socks, underpants, and whatever else I may have needed. My mother figured it was my father 's job to provide me with these items, but since it was my Grandma picking me up, the burden fell upon her. This beautiful spitfire of a woman never complained, and if she did, she never did it within earshot of me. Once we collected the items on our shopping list, we headed back to

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