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Personal Narrative-Grandmother

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I was 15 at the time that I moved out from my mom’s. The environment at her house was very unhealthy at the time. Along with myself, my sister, and great-grandmother also lived with us. My mother and sister would fight and argue daily, I would get home from school and have to do both my sister and I’s chores. This was also along with taking care of my elderly great grandmother that was unable to help herself, and making time to study to do well in school.
My grades in school were horrible during this time, the highest I would make is a C. Around this time, and my sister announced that she was pregnant to the family. I was expected to not only do everything else, but also help with the baby. I quickly became overwhelmed, I realized I was not

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