Janet Ramirez
ENG100 Hiraeth Narrative Draft#2 I remember the moment of saying goodbye to my grandma. I had mixed feelings. I was really happy because I was going to live with my parents but at the same time, I was really sad that my grandma wasn't coming with us. That day was unbelievable, I was leaving without her and I couldn't believe it was real. I didn't want to leave her. I remember that day in the airport, I only wanted one person with me, my grandma because she was my shoulder to cry on when I was sad and the most importantly she was the only thing close to a mother figure that I have ever know back then. The day in the airport was so emotional. When the time came to leave, My grandma knew what o say. She would know how to act and she would give me the strength I needed. At the moment, I was suddenly bombarded with silly yet mandatory questions, “ Tienes tu pasaporte? Tienes todo lo que necesitas? Cuida a tus hermanitas!,” she said: Got your passport? Got everything you need? Take care your sisters!. I couldn't believe this was happening. Finally, my flight was called. It was time. My sisters, grandma and I as a family began to make the short walk to the gate. I was thinking this is going to hurt. As expected, my sisters and my grandma were in tears. I couldn't resist and started to cry a little bit. We shared a genuine moment at the gate as we said goodbye and I was reminded how much my grandma loves my sisters and me. It was hard for her to let us go. I hug my grandma and I couldn't let her go. We didn’t know when I would see her again. She was devastated we were leaving. Saddlery, I began to crumble. I had remained strong throughout, but it was all getting a bit much. My eyes filled up, my lip began to tremble and I knew I was about to fall apart. But before I could, she interjected with some word “No estén tristes pronto estaremos juntas, las quiero mucho y Dios me las bendiga,” she said: Don’t be sad, we will be together soon, I love you girls and God bless you. Oh, my lovely grandma how I miss her. I worried that I would never see her good health again. Head down, passport and boarding, I took a deep breath and made a turn for the gate. My eye had been pushing back tears for the las few minutes. I couldn't keep them dry any longer. I looked back only once, to let out a forced smile. And then I turned the corner. It was done I had officially left. I have no idea when I will return. I left that home without knowing that it will be long time before I will see her again. I came to the United States because my parents have been living in this country for along time. They wanted my sister and me to have a better education and learn a new language in order to find big opportunities than we can’t find in my country because there are incredibly high crime and violence rates in Mexico, especially in the capital where I am from. My relationship with my grandma was the best and still is the best even though we are not together. My grandma is like a mother to me because I was raised by her for many years while my parents were far away. She took me with her every where she went and was proud to show me off and that she had such a good granddaughter. My Grandma was around for all of my firsts that happened as an infant. I think that most of them can be accountable to her. I was never hungry since she always kept me full and when it came time to walk and talk she was there. My grandma was the kind of person who made me felt better when I got in trouble or when I got sick. She was there whenever I needed a hug or chicken soup, and she tried her best to made me felt safe and happy. My grandma is a strong wise and worldly woman, who gave me countless pieces of good advice and always generous with her words. She is my mentor and my everything. My grandma matters to me because I learned through her that sometimes it is better to continue on forward instead of trying to repair the past, which is impossible to change. Also, I learned that nobody is born with bad luck, it is just something inevitable that can be changed through hard work and courage. I can remember to be a child, I wake up on Saturday morning in a big room at my grandma’s house. The room is quite big, there are two full beds and a giant closet. My sisters, cousins and I share the room where is full of memories. They try to wake up but it is hard for them to do it because we went to bed really late last night. We were talking and sharing haunted and paranormal stories. Scary stories are our favorites one, so because of that most of my cousins couldn't sleep well. However, I feel so excited because I know that today will be a beautiful and fun day for all of us. Nobody is going to school, it is summer and the weather is warm and beautiful. The sun looks happy and the sky has mesmerizing blue color. I know that my grandma cooks something really delicious because, at this time, the breakfast’s smells gets more intense as I walk to the kitchen. I see my grandma who already took a cold shower as always she does. She looks beautiful and fresh. She looks happy to see me. I realize that my grandma already went to El Mercado (supermarket) to buy the groceries and special fresh ingredients that she will use to make Mole ( a Mexican dish). I can’t wait to taste it. Previously, I run to my grandma’s arms and give her a big hug and kiss. I feel so bless to see her one more day. I thank God for everything and ask to care my parents who are in the United States. Then, I see on the stove scramble eggs and ham next to a pot of delicious hot chocolate. She asks me to get my sisters and cousins to the dinner room. “ El desayuno esta listo, a comer y a misa a la primera llamada,” she says: Breakfast is ready, to eat and to Mass once notice is given. We have to run as a crazy to the table if not grandma will be grumpy. I make my way to the dinner room, where there is a round big table with eight chairs. My grandma asks us to sit down. We seat while my grandma put the food on the table. As soon as we got our plates we start eating and sipping our scrambled eggs or hot chocolate. I am really enjoying my breakfast, the hot chocolate and my pan dulce (sweet bread) are delicious. Also, I can see my grandma really happy and thoughtful while she is looking at us eating. I ask myself, what is she thinking? Why is she looking us like that? Suddenly, “Cuanto deseo que sé quedaran conmigo para siempre,” she says: How I wish that all of you stay with me forever. Which I respond, I will stay with you mámi don't worry. I didn't know that I won’t be able to make my promise. During the breakfast, we are talking and planning what we will be playing when we finish it. But my grandma interrupts and says to us not before you make your bed and clean up your room. We get sad because we are not going to play right away. My grandma sees us and adds a comment, okay forget it, go to play but all of you will help me later to wash the dishes. We don't think twice and we run as a crazy. My Grandma was a lovely mother, she would do anything to make us happy and don't missed our parents. Now, I realize how much her love was and I really appreciate everything she had done for us. Since my journey in the United States began, there has not been a day or night for a long time that I do not think of back to my magic, extraordinary grandma’s arms one more time. Everybody has a fabulous and especial place or memory for many reasons; I do as well, I still remember my grandma’s place. I would dream of the day that I will back to see my grandma because of my situation I can return soon. There is a sadness at knowing that I won’t be able to return to the childhood but I still thought to walk to my grandmother’s kitchen and give her a big hug.
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5) Hiraeth Writing Process Reflection
Who did I work with to compose my hiraeth project? Was this a good approach ? I worked by myself to compose my hiraeth project. I think it was a good approach. It came easy to me to remember some of my old memories. Memories that I think they will be difficult to forget. Since I was writing about something so special to me, it took me a while to express it in the most specific way. I really enjoy working with this assignment. It brought me many feelings again. What was the most difficult part of my writing process? Why? What did I do to overcome the obstacles? The most difficult part of this assignment was understanding what exactly my teacher was asking for this paper. I was nervous. I wasn't sure how to do it. Also, it was difficult to write all my memories with some specific words in order to show them and the readers could imagine my memories. I think I haven't overcome the obstacles yet. I need to work and practice more in order to be a better writer. When did I write this project? Good approach? I wrote this assignment on three days after work most of them late night. This was the best approach I could do because I had enough time to do it and my family couldn't distract me. They were sleeping or weren't at home. For me this was a good approach. Where did I write this project? Good approach?I wrote this assignment at my dinner room. It was a great approach because I have a big table which I used as my desk and I have plenty light. I love to do my homework in my dinner room. Why did I choose to write about my chosen hiareth? I chose to write about my grandma’s house and my childhood because I miss those beautiful days when I didn't have worries or any problems. How will I adapt/revise my writing process for future revision of the hiraeth assignment. I think I need to have more time to do it. I will look for a tutor to help me organize my memories in order to do a better work. I would like to find a better way to express my stories to my readers. Hiraeth Narrative
I wake up Saturday morning in a big room at my grandma’s house. The room is quite big, there are two full beds and a giant closet. My sisters, cousins and I share this room where is full of memories. They try to wake up but it is hard for them to do it because we went to bed really late last night. We were talking and sharing haunted and paranormal stories. Scary stories are our favorites one, so because of that most of my cousins couldn't sleep well. However, I am so excited today because I know that beautiful and fun days are coming. We will not have school for a long time because we are in vacations. It is summer and the weather is warm and beautiful. This morning the sun looks happy and the sky has mesmerizing blue color. At this time, the breakfast smell gets more intense as I walk to the kitchen. I see my grandma who already took a cold shower as always she does and went to El Mercado (supermarket) to buy the groceries and special fresh ingredients that she will use to make Mole ( a Mexican dish). I can’t wait to taste it. Previously, I run to my grandma’s arms and give her a big hug and kiss. I feel so bless to see her one more day. I thank God for everything and ask to care my parents who are in the United States. Then, I see on the stove a pan of scramble eggs and ham next to a pot of delicious hot chocolate. She asks me to get my sisters and cousins to the dinner room. She says, “ Breakfast is ready, to eat and to Mass once notice is given”. We better run as a crazy to the table if not grandma will be grumpy. I make my way to the dinner room, where there is a big round table with eight chairs. The table is in front of a giant window where I can see my grandma’s marvelous garden. Finally, she asks us to sit down. We seat while my grandma put the food on the table. As soon as we got our plates we start eating, during the breakfast we are talking and planning what we will be playing when we finish it. After, we finish breakfast we run to the garden where we use to play since ever. The garden has fragrant and colorful plants. I can see a pink aster, yellow sunflower, red dahlia and my favorite one the Mexican passion flower. It appearances is vine and shrub, the flower is an exquisite combination of green and red, or yellow and purple. It is so gorgeous. My grandma’s garden is truly beautiful. I make a little walk through, the rows of flowers leave me feeling very peaceful with the splendors of nature around me. Magnificent flowers everywhere even inside of the house. A warm love, I can feel at my grandma’s house. I feel so content, gratified and blessed at my grandma’s house. At the moment, I realize that my grandma’s house has a marvelous unique essence that is hard to compare with others. At the entrance of the house, I can perceive the delicious aromas of my grandma’s cooking already. The delectable scent of Mole poblano the thick, rich, chocolate tangy souse made by my grandma. Absolutely the smell of my grandma’s food makes me run to the kitchen again without thinking. Her homemade food is unforgettable as her wonderful garden. In addition, this house is not a place but is a feeling. I remember my mom saying that. Now understand what she meant. This house a is warm, pretty and secure place. The place where I feel free and special by my family. The house where every holiday my whole family get together to celebrate any occasion. It is the place where all the members of my family have many memories. I remember this day like it was yesterday. Life was so wonderfully magical. There was no worry. Since my wonderful journey began, there has not been a day or night for a long time that I do no think of back to this beautiful, magic, extraordinary house one more time. Everybody has a fabulous and especial place or memory for many reasons; I do as well, I still remember my own peace of heaven and my unforgettable memories. 4) My Hiraeth
I remember the moment of saying goodbye to my grandma. My mom and dad left my sisters and I in Mexico when I was nine years old to come to the United States. I was raised by my grandma for many years. My grandma is like a mother to me. A few year later, my parents decided to bring my sisters and I to the United States. I had mixed feelings. I was really happy because I was going to live with my parents but at the same time I was really sad that my grandma is not coming with us. One day my mom called and told my sisters and me to get ready because we were coming to the United States. I couldn't believe it. I never thought that I would come to this beautiful country. Finally, the final day came I was not happy at all. I did not want to leave my friends, my cousins, my dog (Terry), and the most important my grandma who was my mentor, motivation, my everything. I couldn't imagine living without her. That day I only wanted one person with me in the airport, my grandma, a strong wise and worldly woman, who gave me countless pieces of good advice and always generous with her words. When the time came to leave, she would know what to say. She would know how to act and she would give me the strength I needed. I was suddenly bombarded with silly yet mandatory questions, “ Got your passport?, got everything you need, when does your flight get in?, take care your sisters!”. I couldn't believe this was happened. Finally, my flight was called. It was time. We as a family began to make the short walk to the gate. I was thinking this is going to hurt. As expected, my sisters and my grandma were in tears. I couldn't resist and started to cry a little bit. We shared a genuine moment at the gate as we said goodbye and I was reminded how much my grandma loves my sisters and me. It was hard for her to let us go. I hug my grandma and I couldn't let her go. We did not know when I would see her again. She was devastated we were leaving. Saddlery, I began to crumble. I had remained strong throughout, but it was all getting a bit much. My eyes filled up, my lip began to tremble and I knew I was about to fall apart. But before I could, she interjected with some more wise word. Oh my lovely grandma how I miss her. I wanted her advice and I wanted to remember it. I worried that I would never see her in good health again. Head down, passport and boarding, I took a deep breath and made a turn for the gate. My eye had been pushing back tears for the las few minutes. I couldn't keep them dry any longer. I looked back only once, to let out a forced smile. And then I turned the corner. It was done I had officially left. 3) Hiraeth Project Discussion
I have never heard of the word Hiraeth, until the other day at my English class when I was reading my assignment for week 3. Hiraeth is a Welsh word (Welsh, a branch of the Celtic languages) for which there’s no direct English translation and is defined as a deep longing for home, nostalgia or homesickness. When I knew the meaning I could relate right away. I’m always homesick, thinking of my grandma back in Mexico and the time she used to take care of me and all of the love she gave me, there’s so much to talk about that I can’t wait to write about all the great moments I spend with my family at my grandma’s, she always gave me all the love and attention I’ve always wanted, she always made me laugh and I’m always thinking of the day I can go back and spent some time with her. She cracks me up when I talk to her on the phone because she's hilarious and makes my heart feel warm just thinking of her. I need to stop now, I can go on and on because there’s plenty for me to write about my Hiraeth. |
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