My grandmother is the one who actually raised me, the only stable person I had. She saw where things with my father were heading and eventually we had to leave and hide from him for a while, because things got that bad.
HMowever, after your absence I then realize; you are what makes this house truly feel like a home.aking sure to put all that is holy to me into this temple.
If I don't see people all the time, I have no memory of you or joined memory/ies of us together. It's horrible. There's people out there, who I know, who I don't remember. My husband is worried sick about me, he doesn't want me on in case I get lost.