I lived with my grandparents during the weekdays because it was so close to my school, then by Friday my mom would pick me and my sister up after school. I will always remember waking up every morning to the smell of bacon. I would get dressed in a rush like my favorite superhero 'the flash" speeding to the dining room. I could already see my friends had arrived and were eating all the bacon. My grandmother liked to feed everyone I know She's a good woman.  She cares very much about everyone, never afraid of anyone. I feel like she would stare at a terrorist dead in the eye and tell him "why are you so mad?" relax have some bacon".

My grandfather on the other hand was a lot more strict. He was a very clean person, and classy. He would wear a suit to eat breakfast and go absolutely nowhere. He was a gentleman. You could even say he was a ladies man. He was a pretty good looking guy back in his days, There are photos all over the house of him and his Colgate smile. He knew he was good looking. He knew he was the man and i looked up to him. Then after we all finished eating, I would kiss my grandmother on the cheek goodbye. She might then try to give me a prayer that would be so long that school might be over by the time she's done, so i try to leave as soon as possible. My friend would kiss her goodbye also like it was his own grandmother. I would give anything to have another morning like that.