With the Help of Wings

~Chapter 1~

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The first memory I can recall about my grandmother is when I was about 5 years old. I was visiting her house.

My grandmother and grandfather lived together in a small 2 bedroom house in the mountains.

I remember running across the porch straight into her arms. She picked me up and spun me around. I would laugh and laugh until she spun me right into her lap. I am surprised I liked that. Oh course I didn't after the traumatizing moment when my dad sat me on the railing and I almost fell to my death! Now that I think about it, this I probably why I fear heights.

The only person I would let throw me around everywhere was my grandmother. I guess the fact that she gave me extra cookies, and bought me big fluffy animals allowed her to pick me up despite my fear of heights.

I remember one time, she took me to the fair. I couldn't win any prizes because I was six. Afterwards, because I didn't get any prizes, she took me to target and I got to pick out two things of whatever I wanted. I don't exactly remember what I got but I bet I was in love.

When I was older, around 13-14, I would go ask her for help. Help with homework, boys, my body, thoughts, anything and she would help me through it.

I mainly would go over there to study. Her house was always so quiet and peaceful. If it was Tuesday the entire house smelled of cakes and brownies. She loved to bake, and Tuesday was her baking day. She would let me taste all of the cakes first and test them. They where always good.

I remember her hugs. They are the best. I would run in the house straight to her. Often beating my siblings to her. I would hug her and she would be so warm. She was warm like she was a crescent roll that just jumped out the oven! Well more like a cake or a brownie. She is sweeter than a crescent roll.

Then that moment of glory would be over when my 4 siblings came crashing in. They would squash me in a huge group hug.
Out of my 4 siblings I am the youngest. I have two sisters and guess what? Two brothers! Yeah. A lot I know. Well there could have been one more but my little sister died when she was born. I was 9 when it happened.

The first born was Jacob. He is 9 years older than I am. I think he was a 'oh I'm pregnant!' Kind of kid. Venus and Alura are twins. They are my two sisters. I probably grew so attached to my grandmother because of them. They would never play with me! Of course they are 6 years older than me. My other brother, Weston, is three years older than me. He was by far the closest to me. No where near my grandmother's level though.

Now that we are all older and out of college we all get along perfectly fine. Well I mean I shouldn't be out of college yet but I never finished. I didn't want to finish. I wanted to get moving already.

My family never went anywhere. We only ever went to visit my grandmother. We never missed school. It was just to important.. yeah not to me at least.

Out of all my siblings I was by far the dumbest. Now don't get the idea that I am over here getting Cs and Ds. Oh no! I made great grades! Always a B or higher. That was still the worst in my family. Jacob was valedictorian of his class when he graduated. Venus always scored a little higher than me. Alura always got As. Even Weston ended up getting all As, all the time.

We all went to separate colleges in separate states. I went to the Academy of Art University's School of Photography in San Francisco. Jacob went to Clemson University and became a Biological Scientist. Venus is a pharmacist and attended the University of Michigan. Alura is an author. Yeah the second book she wrote took off fast. Weston is a Civil Engineer. He attended Georgia Tech.