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.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorJanet Archives
May 2017
Categories
All
|