In my life there were many unpleasant moments, at the age of 17 my parents left the family and I stayed with my grandparents. A difficult life began, but it wasn't the reason to give up,I had to take care of my grandfather and grandmother. When I turned 19 my grandmother got sick and died in the hospital after a while, my grandfather and I were terribly upset, but continued to live. Our neighbors are kind enough people and sometimes they brought food and allowed to use their WIFI. My grandfather heavily suffered this event and had a heart attack, but he survived and was even returned home. He didn't move well and I had to get a job in order to buy him a wheel walker. Time passed and his condition started to deteriorate, money was devilishly scarce, we live in a house in which there is not even a ceiling and it is cold enough every winter. Sometimes I worked a volunteer to buy medicine for my grandfather because his pension was not enough, but I could't leave home for long time. Every day it got worse and worse, it was very painful to watch, but there was nothing I could do about it. With heigh of 1.92 meters, he weighed only 36 kilograms and looked like a skeleton covered with skin. And so .. Literally 3 weeks ago he died, I called distant relatives and they helped me with money for a funeral. Life has become even more difficult since we used to buy food for his pension. But life goes on, now when I don't need anyone to follow, I can go to work and earn money for myself, because I'm left alone and I don't need much to live.

P.S. You ask why I wrote this story? As one person said "To show that all bp members are different"