i loved my grandmother a lot perhaps only one ever. i cant say she raised me physically but i looked up to her for she was a very good person. she could love any one unconditionally.
My parents/who took care of me: Well i wont talk about it as it may hurt. but i can say i was not a very happy child, never had good relationship with them, like many of them i guess. but the key thing is i dont hate them i am indifferent to them as our lives are too different.
even today after so many years i feel it. i left home early i was not in touch them for more than 8 yres, and we had a mutual agreement that we will not talk about each-other and mention that we have any relationships at all.
things are different now, they accept the way i am, but i am not.
