I was 2 when the accident happened and my parents passed away. Now I barely remember them, the pictures are the only memory. I don’t want anyone to feel what I feel. My grandparents raised me. Now my grandmother is alone, there are two of us and I can’t imagine what will happen to me if she is not there.
I remember how difficult it was for my grandmother in the beginning, what I went through and how much strength she found in herself to keep me. His eyes remained sad all his life.
One day, one of our neighbours said, ”who needs this child, she should be with her parents, otherwise you will suffer when she grows up as an orphan”. My grandmother got angry and said. “Listen, this child is kept by God, and she is not an orphan, her parents are there and they will always be with her”. That woman could barely hold back her tears after this words. My grandmother was so strong to live the life she lived. I will be grateful to her for the rest of my life.