Anxious panic and anger were the only thoughts I could envision when my mom told me that we were moving. I had just accomplished getting comfortable in our new home and once again we were going to pack everything up; but this time she said we were moving to a different state. I numbly took a walk until I started crying and realized that I was determined to stay in the town I grew up in. Although my mother was hesitant, she allowed for me to live with my grandmother, who also lived in the same town as us. My decision to stay, allowed me to grow from a child still under their parent’s control to an independent being with the new stress and responsibility that normal adults have.
My mother had high expectations for me, she handed me the responsibility