Growing up, all I wanted to be was a ballerina or a weather girl. I always wanted my grandma to be proud of me and believe I would be like her growing up, but in that case, it took a twist. Going into my junior year of high school, I saw the most beautiful object with a round lens and a flash so bright it looked like a shooting star to me.  It was a camera. How can something so big and so short be so amazing to me? I had no clue until I joined the yearbook. My teacher showed me how to use it, and just like that, I was on basketball courts for varsity games sooner than I expected, as well as volleyball, football, and baseball. Then I realized I was booked into senior nights for all sports. I did something for myself that suits me. It felt like a dream had just landed into my arms and blessed me with nothing but sunlight till one day the whole world came crashing down, and my grandmother passed. I didn’t know what to do, should I quit, should I keep going? I just did not have a clue. It was her time to finally let her rest. I looked at the camera and did not know what to do, but I could hear her whisper in my ear and tell me, “You can do it! I believe in you!”, like she always did, tears falling down, knowing this time it wouldn't be just for me, just for her too. My angles got better, I even started to do parties, and even my friends' prom. Now I am going to be graduating in my senior year, and I am going to start my own business, and I am going to do it all in honor of her. 

– Reziah

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