I pull up to the cement parking lot and park my car in one of the few vacant spaces. I open up the trunk, take out the fifty pound bag of rice, close the trunk, and lock the car. I make my way to the old, rusty intercom system and, with some difficulty, press hard on the stubborn buttons. After two rings, I hear the lively voice of my grandmother. With equal enthusiasm, I ask her to buzz me through the gate. I get into the dilapidated elevator fearing its imminent collapse. Fortunately, I make it to the second floor without a scratch. The creaky doors begrudgingly slide open, and I walk out of the elevator just as the doors slam shut behind me. The nauseating smell of medicinal oils fills my nostrils as I make my way towards my grandmother’s room. Just as I think that I’m about to pass out from the unbearable smell, I open the door and I am welcomed by her radiant smile and medicinal-oil-free room. Aside from going to the movies and just hanging out with friends, I pay frequent visits to my god-grandmother in her retirement home. Although she is not my biological gr
It is hard for me to believe that I take care of her now, since it seemed not so long ago that she cared for me. As a child I was put into my grandmother’s care quite often. My grandmother was not fluent in English, so she could not teach me things that would directly help me in school. My grandmother taught me lessons in caring and responsibility. She would always tell me fascinating stories about magical princes who would get rewards for being kind to others and how one should always fulfill his or her responsibilities before partaking in any form of entertainment. I was taught that entertainment is a privilege that is attained by fulfilling one’s responsibilities and caring for others. From these lessons, my grandmother is a key component of who I am.
I consider her my god-given grandmother, hence the term “God-grandmother.” But she is also my God given gift for me to learn that maturing means more than going to school to get a good job to be successful. I am already successful because I know what love and commitment means.
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