We never got along. We never cared for each other as I was growing up and it made me very resentful and angry. On Christmas, at the age of 22, I finally made up with my grandmother. I heard the words come out of her mouth that I waited my whole life to hear. She apologized and I immediately forgave her. I’m so thankful that she finally accepts and supports me. In a short time, she has become someone very important to me. And even though we can’t make up the last 22 years, I hope we make the most of the ones we have left.