When I was 13 years old, my beloved grandmother, who lived with us, died. Several months later, my parents got divorced—all in the same year.
It was the hardest year in my life. The loss of my grandmother from a sudden heart attack was devastating. She had lived with us since I was 8 years old. A few months later, my parents announced to me that they were getting a divorce.
My parents sold our house and my mother and I moved into an apartment. My older brothers were in college and both of my parents were completely absorbed with their own life crisis. I felt completely alone... Read More