It was sometimes hard to live with the grandparents. Especially when a new school year was approaching. Grandma would take the bio-brother shopping for school clothes and supplies. Him and the bio-sister were really into their clothes and shoes. I didn’t care about stuff like that. I could wear the same pants and a different shirt each day and be happy. They’d come home with piles of new clothes, while I would wait patiently to see what my aunt was able to sneak out of the bio-sis’s closet to hand down to me. Once in a while grandma would surprise me with a blouse or a pair of pants, but it was because she thought it was cute. I didn’t get to pick out what I liked, if grandma didn’t like it, she didn’t get it. Usually, those items would stay hung up in the closet. I remember getting ready for school and she asked me how come I hadn’t worn the blouse she bought me and made me put it on. I walked out the house and then threw on a sweater, zipped it all the way up and didn’t take it off until I got home. Did I mention it was hot that day? Yeah! Back to shopping. The bio-bro was quick to show off his new clothes and shoes and I would just sit there unimpressed. All I wanted were erasers that smelled like fruit and pencils with awesome designs on them and colorful pens, with pretty paper I could write on. I’ve been writing since forever and if I could have any of those items over clothes, I would pick those every time. I would beg grandma to buy them for me and she would always say, “No! That’s just a waste of money”! Really? You just spent like three hundred dollars on clothes and stuff for him (back then it bought a lot) and I’m the waste? Then, oh my gosh! Then, I found out about pens that can erase. What?! I had to have one. I had lots of papers that I had written and there would be words or full sentences with a line through them and it just made my paper look messy. I was and still am a perfectionist when it comes to my writing. Anyway, I thought, “Wow!!, a pen that could erase would be awesome”. I begged grandma to buy me one. My writing as I knew it would change forever. Nope! Of course, grandma said no. I was so angry. I never was one to cry. I always had to be tough, but man, I wanted that pen so bad. I finally got one and I couldn’t wait to use it and when I did, I happily erased, only to still see the writing but just a lighter version. I erased again. Same result. I was so disappointed. Well, grandma was right I guess. It was a waste of money. Haha. Lesson learned.