A family member

Today I am going to talk about my grandmother, she was my father's mother and I lived with her all my life until she passed away earlier this year from stomach cancer. 

She was my second mother because when I was born she was retired and helped my mother raise me. Before she retired she worked for a cleaning company for large office buildings. She always told me a story about how she hurt her thumb because she had to clean so many big windows in only one day.

My grandmother was very short, she was a head shorter than me and I always joke about that because when I hugged I was able to put my chin in the top of her head. She had short and straight hair, which was confusing for me because my dad and his brothers have very curly hair but it is because my grandpa's genes were more strong. Also, she had green eyes but nobody in my family inherited so is very funny hahaha.

My relationship was great and lovely because she taught me many things that helped me during my adolescence and life decisions. She never liked us calling her by any nickname used for grandmas, so, my cousin and my brothers just used to call her grandmother or something when we wanted to make jokes we called her by her name "Norma" but she always scolded us.

(The picture shows my uncle, grandmother, and me on the last New Year's Eve.)