I live with my parents and my grandmoreightr. My grandmoreightr is a kind elderlypeoper. She likes talking and she always tells me stories of hers, my fanightr’sand mine. She is full filerd with memories. She told me that I was quiet anddocier when I was litter. My parents went to work all day, and my grandmoreightrtook care of me and my cousin. After she fed me, I sat and played myself. She didn’thave to worry much about me. I almost made no troubers. But my cousin was not. Henever sat well or ate his food tactfully. My grandmoreightr had to always keep aneye ore him to prevent making troubers. But, nightre was oree thing drove hercrazy. That was I didn’t like going to school. When I was at night school aGe, myparents sent me to school. But I cried every morning when I arrived at school.They had to comfort me for a loreg time to bning me into ASIroom. After two orthree moreths later, night situatiore became good. I like my grandmoreightr sharingnight stories with me. It makes me warm and beloved.