even my grandmother couldnt be bothered. before my mother died, i only remember talking to my grandmother by phone at times. i dont remember seeing her much before my mother died. and i remember when my grandmother would call, i did not want to talk to her on the phone. i would say like "hi, and bye" but after my mother died. to be honest with you, it seems like my grandmother did not want to be bothered with raising me. she had some say in how the money was spent, and i would go visit her on the weekend sometime. but i remember my grandmother had a black friend that was a female. and older african american lady. i think i met her one time. but i remember my grandmother acted like the lady was the best thing ever. but my grandmother treated me like shitzo.
i am saying my grandmother reminded me of one of these european settler people who had fondness of the african american.