i've been livin here for a year. let me give you a little description about something that i called 'home'.
i live with my grandma. and it feels like hell. she always yells, and she's so annoying. she never care about me AT ALL. she's a back-stabber. and she has an extra ability to make a good story and tell it to the whoooleee family in order to make a bad impression about me.
the only reason that make me love you, even just 0,00...00000001%, is the fact that you are a mother of my lovely mother. **sighhh..

what an impressive grandma, rite?