My personal hero is my grandma. She always wanted the best for everyone. She tried to help in every way she could. She fought until the end. She had clogged arteries and the doctors couldn't help. She laid to rest soon after.

I remember that every time I fell and hurt myself she would get me a band-aid even if it wasn't bleeding then she would say some magic words to make it feel better, it always did. Every time it was time to go home she would give me a little gift, like a cool old toy she found from when my mom was a little kid or a shell from her huge collection. When my sister came too, we all went to the kitchen and she would teach us how to make some kind of food.

She is my hero because whenever I'm sad I think of her and her magic words and I feel better.