As a Family Member
Entry:
This I Believe Essay
Introduction:
This assignment was on 1st June, 2014. It's for stating our belief about life by telling personal stories.
Reflection:
The hardest part of this assignment was looking for my own belief since I'm only 15 years old and don't have much life experience that influences my life. However, I did well in telling the true story by showing details. If I had to do it again, I would develop my belief statement more deeply. I learned to feel every moment in my life and learn from valuable experience.
This I Believe Essay
Introduction:
This assignment was on 1st June, 2014. It's for stating our belief about life by telling personal stories.
Reflection:
The hardest part of this assignment was looking for my own belief since I'm only 15 years old and don't have much life experience that influences my life. However, I did well in telling the true story by showing details. If I had to do it again, I would develop my belief statement more deeply. I learned to feel every moment in my life and learn from valuable experience.
I’m Tiffany, a fifteen-year-old girl living in Shanghai. I wish to thank all the ones who care about me, especially my family. David Ogden Stiers, the well-known American actor, once said, “Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten.” I truly believe family members always support each other in any situation. If one falls, the others will help him or her up.
The day my grandfather died of cardiovascular disease was when my grandmother first came to live with us. She had a hard time adapting to the transition because she was always scared of the weird sounds made by furniture in my house at night. After three months, my father took my grandmother and I shopping, to relax and relieve stress from our work and study. We went to People’s Square, while my grandma went nearby for some food. When we finished shopping, we would call each other and assemble in the underground parking lot.
After a phone call from my grandmother, we found her in the bathroom. She was holding at least four plastic bags of food and plowing through a crowd toward us. I called “Grandma!” aloud, but she couldn’t listen to me until I got close to her and helped her take some bags. She remained normal and even smiled to me when she saw me. As I led her to my father, she collapsed, crying. The noisy, chaotic shopping mall was filled with silence, but for her gasping sobs. My father was shocked and asked gently what happened. My grandmother couldn’t even complete a sentence: “I… I got… lost just now… And… and… I… thought of… your father…” I saw her sad watery eyes and hurried to hand a tissue. I gave her a hug though people staring at us had questions in their eyes. My father and I walked with her slowly to the parking lot and managed to say something positive to her.
On the way home, we all stayed silence for a short while and my father expressed himself first, “Don’t get stuck in the past, mom. The future is still in your hand and you have me, my wife, my daughter, the whole family. Yes, father is physically gone, but to me, he is still living in my mind. Don’t you think it’s another way to keep him alive?” My grandmother nodded a little and stopped crying gradually. I got touched by my father’s words. At that moment, I deeply realized the responsibility of family.
Family members never give up each other. I am developing my own opinions and often refuse to do what my parents ask me to do. However, now I talk to my grandmother about interesting things in school in order to make her smile. I start doing things for her without being asked in order to make it easy for her. Being a member of my family means that I must take the responsibility of taking care of each other.
This I believe.
The day my grandfather died of cardiovascular disease was when my grandmother first came to live with us. She had a hard time adapting to the transition because she was always scared of the weird sounds made by furniture in my house at night. After three months, my father took my grandmother and I shopping, to relax and relieve stress from our work and study. We went to People’s Square, while my grandma went nearby for some food. When we finished shopping, we would call each other and assemble in the underground parking lot.
After a phone call from my grandmother, we found her in the bathroom. She was holding at least four plastic bags of food and plowing through a crowd toward us. I called “Grandma!” aloud, but she couldn’t listen to me until I got close to her and helped her take some bags. She remained normal and even smiled to me when she saw me. As I led her to my father, she collapsed, crying. The noisy, chaotic shopping mall was filled with silence, but for her gasping sobs. My father was shocked and asked gently what happened. My grandmother couldn’t even complete a sentence: “I… I got… lost just now… And… and… I… thought of… your father…” I saw her sad watery eyes and hurried to hand a tissue. I gave her a hug though people staring at us had questions in their eyes. My father and I walked with her slowly to the parking lot and managed to say something positive to her.
On the way home, we all stayed silence for a short while and my father expressed himself first, “Don’t get stuck in the past, mom. The future is still in your hand and you have me, my wife, my daughter, the whole family. Yes, father is physically gone, but to me, he is still living in my mind. Don’t you think it’s another way to keep him alive?” My grandmother nodded a little and stopped crying gradually. I got touched by my father’s words. At that moment, I deeply realized the responsibility of family.
Family members never give up each other. I am developing my own opinions and often refuse to do what my parents ask me to do. However, now I talk to my grandmother about interesting things in school in order to make her smile. I start doing things for her without being asked in order to make it easy for her. Being a member of my family means that I must take the responsibility of taking care of each other.
This I believe.