My Grandmother
張貼日期：Jan 28, 2010 12:52:22 AM
My Grandmother
Jeanie Chang
I remember when I was a little kid, I used to bring a lot of troubles to the one who raised me up. The person is my grandma. Because of the business, my parents were busy and they had no time to take care of me. That’s why I always went to grandma’s house after school. It started from kindergarten until the 3rd grade. All these years, I spent much more time with grandma than my parents. I remember grandma always woke me up every morning. Then it was the start of a day. She took care of me very well. She protected me from my head to toe. After brushing the teeth and the shower, my first meal was ready. It is made by my grandma. She always knew what I liked and what I didn’t like. She sat down by me just to keep me company. And then the happiest part in the morning was that grandma would always do my hair in the prettiest way and dress me like a princess. Then she would take me to the school personally. Standing outsides, watching me walking into that little tiny classroom, she finally got a break time. Although I knew all the things she was doing while I was around. But I really didn’t know what grandma did after taking me to the school. I guess she probably just went home and started to do some housework. Maybe she took a nap in the afternoon. She woke up again preparing for the dinner ingredients in order to make the dinner on time. Then as soon as I walked out of the school campus, I would always see a person with a smiley face waving at me. I would run as hard as I could towards her, and then she would give me a big hug. On the way back home, we always stopped by the market so grandma could buy me some cute little accessories for my hair or even some hair bands. We always started dinner at 6:30 pm. Dinner hour members would be my parents, my two uncles (they weren’t married at the time), my grandma and I. The food was always as good as from what I remembered. Because of grandma’s hard work, I grew up in a well-cared and happy childhood. After dinner my parents would stay for a little while just to spend some time with me. I only went home with them on the weekends. Just because I spent so much time with grandma, I was desperate when she left us. I still can’t forget the day I heard that news. It was one afternoon that my mom came to my school and got me out. She was in a hurry. I didn’t realize what was happening until we arrived the hospital. The atmosphere inside that room was tense. I saw all the relatives were walking in and out like something was wrong. I wasn’t really sure about what I felt. But it was really happening. Little did I know that my grandma was suffering in the room. I started to panic. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to help my dear grandma. I was worried. And it was my first time experiencing fear. I was 10. Then I started to pray. But nothing worked. The doctor announced that there’s no way to keep her alive. She only got a few hours left. We decided to take her home. The grown-ups wanted her to leave peacefully where she started her own family. I can still recall very clearly that everybody took turns going inside her room in order to talk to grandma and see her one more time. It was the last time. She couldn’t speak when I was talking to her. But I told her I would be somebody and I would be a successful woman in the future. She gave a nod then closed her eyes. I started to cry. I didn’t realize how much I love her until this moment. But I know she loves me very much and she will always stand by me when I face any kind of problems. I miss the moment when she woke me up. It was a very tender touch towards my face. I miss the food that she made. I miss the time when she came picking me up at the school. I miss it when we shopped at the market. I miss it when she smiled at me. I really miss her. And I’m so afraid that I’ll forget about her.