My grandma is feeling worse every day her face is like snow, except its burning hot. She can't move, or even talk. I keep thoughts running through my mind about what I would do without her. Where would I live? I'm only a freshman. Would I go to an orphanage, or too a Foster home? My whole family would be dead, I would be all alone. Although, now that I think about it, I'm always alone. Don't take it the wrong way, though. Its not always a bad thing. Sometimes, walking down the hallways of my school, I feel like its better to be alone than having to argue with one of my friends or get in a fight because of the people I hang out with. So now that I think about it. I am glad I'm a loner. I am open to friendships, but they have to find me. I think about my grandma while I am at school. She could die while I'm not there. What would happen to her? She only weighs 80 pounds, and she refuses to keep anything down. I tried to puree food, but she just spits it back up. I can't handle her death well, especially right before her birthday.
Today, as I was walking home, I saw a dog. He is one of those sheepdogs. I know this sounds fake, but it followed me home. My grandma said her first word as it walked in, "Bones?". We had a dog named Bones when I was little. He died after getting hit by a car. He looks sort of looks like Bones. I tried to answer as nicely as I could, "No grandma, it's not bones, he followed me home from school, and I think he wants to live here with us. Can he stay?" I didn't know what I was getting myself into, I can't take care of myself, my grandma, and a dog, I have to let this go.