From what my mom told me about my grandma, she was never the greatest mom in the world. She was never the best grandmother in the world either, though I never realized this until I got older. I remember her taking me to the mall when I was very little, and she told me to wait outside the bathroom at (I think) Belk. I know I was no older than three, and she took FOREVER to get out of the bathroom. So my little mind got a bit of a paranoia thinking somehow my grandmother left the mall and I was stuck by myself. I started crying really bad, and one of the clerks (and later my grandmother) was wondering what on earth happened. I was too embarrassed to tell them, though my grandmother should of never left me alone at that age.