I remember the first time I ever thought about life and my existence in particular.

I was maybe 13-14 and I was living with my grandmother. My family had moved in with my grandmother because we got evicted cause our neighbors didn't really appreciate how we ahem cough expressed cough our culture.....we blasted music and yelled a lot but that was pretty much it. The old home we lived in was a 3 bed room apartment; my parents had a room, my younger brother and I shared a bunk bed, my younger sister had her own room cause she was going blasting thorugh puberty faster than me some how, and my half- brother thats older than me was sleeping in the living room (we really didn't have a couch).

About a month of us getting evicted and moving between motels, my moms mom calls and says, "Hey, sleep at my house." It's free room and board so my parents took it.

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After we gathered our stuff from the motel we drove to my grabdma's house and this is something I didn't even know; MY GRANDMA IS FUCKIN MESSY!

Like literally, she has horder status messes everywhere around her house.

Ahem, lets get back to the story. So my dad asks my grandma where we could sleep and she says,"Ahh yall are gonna sleep in my room." and my parents were just freaking out. They didn't wanna make some old lady sleep in some cluttered room cause shes letting somebody sleep in the only clean place in her home while she sleeps on a trash covered floor.

My parents had finally persuade her to stay in her room while we'd just clean up something and we'll lay there.

The one thing I love about my grandma is she's not judgmental like my dad's mom...I show up to a Christmas dinner with a pregnant girl ONE TIME and she won't let me hear the end of it but my mom's mom practically said, "Yall gettin married or not?" like bro be chill like her.......for the people wondering who the pregnant girl is I'll write a story later on that.

Ah sorry lost track...

So me and my family had decided to clean a room that was moderately dirty, a small supply room, my aunts room (she moved out and it became a trash dump), and a regular sized room.

I decided to take the small room cause small room equals small mess, ya know? Little did I know, that room was going to change my fucking life!