South Carolina, my second home

I used to visit my grandparents in South Carolina every summer as a kid. I loved it there; it was comfortable. This time was no different.

My grandma remembers when I stepped off the plane. She said I was pale and scrawny. Not for long, though. Her food was pure comfort. I’m a vegetarian, but I ate meat for that year. I worked at a grocery store. I stopped caring about gaining weight.

For a year, life was great. There was nothing to worry about in the peaceful woods of South Carolina.

Then I moved home. Shortly after moving, my grandpa died.