My Last Day When My Grandmother Passed Away Analysis

Holidays is usually when families get together. Not mine, not anymore at least. My parents were always busy working, fighting, or just too tired from work. The last time we all got together was Easter of the year 2010. The house was filled with my cousins, aunts, uncles, and all types of relatives. The strong smell of meat cooking on the grill came from outside whenever someone opened the back door. The inside of the house usually smelt like sweets: cupcakes, cookies, and cakes. Everything changed after that year; my grandmother had passed away and her kids lost it. Except my dad - he had to be strong, not for him but for us. He never lets us (his kids) forget that were the best thing that ever happened to him. When I was younger, about six or seven, my dad would wake me and my older sister up, and we’d go get breakfast every day before school. I always ordered the same thing; I was obsessed with this barbecue brisket taco it smelt like heaven to me when I was younger, with a chocolate milk of course. My dad would always make fun of the combination I got saying, “Who eats barbecue brisket while drinking

My sisters and I had to attend with my Uncle, so he took us to the hearing and sat outside of the courtroom with us. We were sitting on a bench, but my uncle did anything to put a smile on our face that day. He had us bouncing off the walls, outside the courtroom, playing games. Until my dad came and said “Hello” to all of us, and told my uncle he can’t have us playing around in the halls outside of the court room, especially because my dad would go over there a lot for work. It was about an hour or two into the hearing when they called my older sister. She was old enough to talk in the court, so my little sister and I had to stay out with my uncle. Another two hours later, both my parents walked out of the court room; it was over. My dad had gotten full custody of all of us. It was finally