Ask me what, or who, I need to survive. Go ahead.

I cant remember the first time she held me,

I cant count how many times she has told me she loved me.

The smell of her house wrapping itself around me as I walk through the threshold.

Numerous amounts of hours we spent talking-

from the time I knew what she was saying, to this day.

She is my rock.

My fortress.

My strength when the things of this world gets me down.

She gives me wisdom- 

And never lets me question whether or not she loves me with all of her sould.

Family is all, and all I have is family.

But my grandma is so much more than that.

You asked what I need to survive..,

Who I need...

I need Isabel.