My Grandma

2) Grandma- “… Be patient, our people’s turn will come. You’ll see. Your lifetime will be different from mine. I might not live to see the changes, but you will…oh yes my child, you will” (page 10)

First and foremost, my grandmother is always hurting me throughout my life. She raised me and my cousins from the time we were little up until now. I am the oldest out of me and my cousins, but I get treated the worst. My grandmother shows a lot of favoritism between us no matter what the situation is; I always get blamed for it. I graduated high school without no distractions and no kids. My cousins, on the other hand, barely finished school and had kids during their sophomore year. In my grandmother’s eyes, I am dumb and stupid. She feels that I would never be anything in life, that I wouldn’t accomplish my goals. She used to embarrass me in school and would have the other kids laughing at me. Never got anything that I may have wanted but my cousins always asked her for money because they never wanted to get out and find a job themselves. I never asked my grandmother for a cent, but get treated so badly. All I ever wanted was to make her proud of me. I wanted her to see how much I

My grandma was my superhero with her genial personality and her ability to give you her full, undivided attention in order to listen to whatever you had to say. It was always my dream to be able to share both my high school and college graduation with both my parents and grandma and being able to later pay them all back for all their sacrifices. Towards the beginning of my sixth-grade year my grandma became unexpectedly sick and as months passed her health slowly began to deteriorate until she fell into a vegetative comatose for the next four years. My grandma’s sudden illness came as an unexpected surprise which leads to my mom and her family having to take turns in order to care for my grandma throughout her extensive hospital visits and inhome medical care. Throughout those four years both my emotional and mental health took a hit as I tried my best to learn how to deal with her sudden illness and the fact that my mom was rarely home because she was either in the hospital or at my grandma’s house in order to help take care of

Even though, I might come off as a materialistic person, I believe that feelings and people matter more than the materials they won; since materials are not forever and are easily updateable unlike people. Due to this, my grandmother has come to a conclusion in which I am the devil, she almost always communicates inauthentically or in pursuit for her own personal goals thus causing the effects of”termination of the relationship”. She lacks the understanding that primary and secondary goals, my father’s primary goal is to provide daily needs to his family, especially his children. Age plays a major role in how my grandmother perceives me, since she is older, she believes that she deserves the right to have ownership and say, in what my father does with his money. In addition, our personality is very different since I tend to be more “unladylike” while my grandmother is a very ladylike women, she tends to think that men should be in control in any situation involving power and that women should be housewifes and get married at a very young age. On the other side, I believe that women are capable of anything a man wants to do and can do and I also don’t believe that women need to get married at a young age. Another thing is that, I don’t want to get married in the future which only causes my grandmother to neglect me more. Over a year ago, she said that I was “ not her granddaughter” and that “If I was, I shouldn’t be”. Due to the personality, values differences and intentional messages, the problems we have together only increasingly deepens and I have only become more unfit for her

The greatest influence in my life has been from my mother. She has nurtured, raised, and guided me through all of my ups and downs. She has been a rock for my family, and always shines her sunshine into our lives. My mom is someone I have always looked up to and who I strive to live my life like. She has always persevered through her challenges and had endurance while striving to achieve her goals. I have been inspired by my mom’s legacy of determination and resilience, and hope to create a similar legacy for others and those who will come after me.

My Great-Great Grandmother, Etta Kate Deloach Haskins, lived through some of America's greatest historical events from 1913- 2000. She was born before the beginning of the First World War, and grew up seeing women grow openly, publicly, and unashamedly independent. She witnessed the Great Depression of the 1930s and World War II first hand as a young adult, while marrying and raising a family. My Great- Great Grandmother saw the assassination of a president while her only grandchild was a teenager. Mrs. Haskins experienced life during the Korean War and Vietnam War while her grandson was getting married, making her a Great- Grandmother. Mrs. Etta Kate Deloach Haskins was alive through a few of the moments that the shaped the U.S. into the country that we live in today. (Gale)

During weekends with my grandmother I was taught a different way of thinking, my great grandmother is a very old fashioned woman because she was raised on a farm with eleven siblings. Her parents were married very young and as soon as they were married they began having children. My great great grandfather was the provider and my great great grandmother cooked, cleaned, and raised all twelve of her children. My great grandmother was the oldest and was expected to carry out the same chores as her mother, helping with housework and raising the other children, this caused her to believe a man was to provide and the house and children were women's work. My mother, however, believed differently she is a registered nurse at Cabell Huntington Hospital and both her mother and father worked full time during her childhood so she does not believe there is any difference in capability between genders. My aunt and uncle are very different than both my mother and grandmother, they are very country and believe the kids should spend time outside but just like my mother see no difference in gender capabilities. Between my great-grandmother, my mother, and my aunt and uncle I have been introduced to many different ways of thinking and this is what shaped my beliefs.

Enough is enough, these gatherings are meant for family reunions and fun time; however, she has become a party spoiler where we have to suffer listening to the same thing again and again. My step Grandmother Wadha is a sweet person and I love her a lot. She brings a lot of presents for me. She is my grandfather’s second wife, and she adores me more than my other siblings. However, these gatherings are making me upset, as I am forced to sit and listen to her. “Noura, would you like to hear about the problem that I had with my eyes last night? It was horrible and I felt so helpless.” said my step grandma. “Aw poor you, did you hear

My grandfather, Nunzio Mugavero, is the definition of strength. Unfortunately, my grandfather had a major stroke in 2012 and his short-term memory is completely wiped. Now my grandfather spends most of his days sitting in a retirement living complex listening to Frank Sinatra and asking my grandmother where the bathroom is in his apartment. This past Sunday my family and I celebrated his ninetieth birthday. At this party people told a variety of stories about my grandfather both funny and heartfelt. My biggest takeaway from this birthday was my realization of just how strong of a person my grandfather was and still is both literally and mentally. My grandfather truly is the strongest man I have known and his experiences have taught me that when life gets hard I must stay strong and persevere.

I remember the day my grandmas passed away. Eleven years ago, I was seating with my grandma in the stair case of our house. She was telling me a poem called "el trencito de madera" which was my favorite story. If you had seen me You would know I would never leave her side. But everything went dark for me the moment I knew she was gone it was the hardest day but she will always have a place in my heart. It all began on a Tuesday morning. My grandma was known by many people in our neighborhood everybody used to think of her as a mom so we would go out with chairs and just sit in the front of the house just watching everyone pass by and wave. My grandma was one of the people who had to take medicine because she was sick and even some time we would have to take her to the hospital and stay overnight because of her illness. But that day she felt worse than any other time she had to take medication, but she didn’t tell no one because she hated the hospitals.

Who doesn’t love a close relative? Imagine what it is like to be alone, without a supportive family member. Just like John Lennon’s song, Imagine. Think about what family can do to you, and how they impact your life. Especially, a grandmother.

The relationship between my grandmother and I was great in the beginning, but one day something happened that made it take a turn for the worse. Not too long ago, my grandma came to live with us. At the time, my mother was pregnant with my little brother, so it would be two new additions to our family. When she came, we had a great bond and got to know each other. But then an argument we had changed everything and our bond wasn’t the same after that day.

The relationship between me and my grandmother was great in the beginning, but one day something happened that made it take a turn for the worse. Not too long ago, my grandma came to live with me and my family. At the time, my mother was pregnant with my little brother so it would be two new additions to our family. When she came, we had a great bond and got to know each other. But then an argument we had changed everything and our bond wasn’t the same after that day.

The relationship between my grandmother and I was great in the beginning, but one day something happened that made it take a turn for the worse. Not too long ago, my grandma came to live with my family and I. At the time, my mother was pregnant with my little brother, so it would be two new additions to our family. When she came, we had a great bond and got to know each other. But then an argument we had changed everything and our bond wasn’t the same after that day.

My grandma and I love each other. She has always been the person I would go to in my terrifying times of trouble. I am starting from where I can remember, her life and mine. Somedays I would go see her just because she is my grandma and my father loved her a lot. That was when she was healthy and able to go out to love her grandkids. I remember all the weeks I would go without seeing her; her and my grandpa loved to travel with her, so I regret wanting to be with my friends other than her. I used to have family come once a year or even longer than that. It was about two years age when we got the harsh, tragic new that changed all of our lives.