Visiting Grandparents

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March 16, 2012 Visiting Grandparents In retrospect, there was something exciting about leaving school early especially earlier than everybody else. My mother came to grab me out of Ms. Wojtyna’s fourth grade class. “Excuse me, I’m sorry for interrupting but I have come to pick up my daughter. Today she is leaving to China”, said my mother. At last, my adventure starts today! No longer would I be under my mother’s grasps . No longer would I have to bore my head in despair and suffer the stifling weeks at home. Our Summer had began. Good-bye my fellow classmates, see you all next year. The day was lovely after all it was Summer. When me and my father waved our solid goodbyes to your family, I felt, that there were some ambiguities that…show more content…
Nonetheless, I carried on by doing a one man show or to say one” person” show altogether. At nighttime, by my surprise, I overheard my grandparents talking derisively about my disappointing behavior I have shown over the past weeks staying with them while my father was busy taking a shower. I could hear them from the other room speaking. But the one thing that stuck in my head was when they said I was a “bad daughter”. Never have I been called that before and never have I thought myself to be. Immediately I burst into uncontrollable tears. As my father came in to my bedroom from finishing up his shower, I pulled the covers over my head and tried to mute my weep as much as possible. As I thought of home and mother, silent tear after tear came pouring down my face and then dried by the most convenient material around, my blanket. As days went by, I became more reserved in an environment I thought I fit perfectly in. One day, all four of us watched T.V. and my grandfather got up, smiled, and said he was thirsty. As he walked up to the kitchen he turned over his head and asked me if I wanted some milk. I nodded. When he came back he sat down on the sofa with a warm cup of milk in his hands and another cup in his other hand. He poured some milk into the other cup and gave it to me. As he was pouring his milk, my grandmother screamed at him consistently to not share the same cup because he’s a an old man with probably some diseases that could be contagious. I
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