Brown Paper Bag For the last six years, I have been preparing my daughter’s school lunch in a brown paper bag at home; and recently, she has been persistently demanding to buy a different lunch bag with fancy colors, creative designs, and innovative features.
“Mom, why can’t I just get one of those colorful lunch bags like everybody else in my school?” My daughter determinedly argued. “Because this brown bag is very special.” I determinedly answered her back. Deep down my head, I was convinced that perhaps the brown bag was really outdated, practically cheap, and unquestionably out of fashion; nevertheless, my countless memories behind it was worth any branded, popular, and expensive lunch bags anywhere.
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The whole family was having a dinner. While I was scooping a spoonful of mom’s famous Chicken and Tofu Curry, I did not see GP, so I asked, “Where is GP? Did someone call GP?” A few minutes later, GP slowly walked down the stairs from her room towards the kitchen. She looked like as if she was neglected with liveliness. My mother stood and offered her chair to GP, while my father pre-occupied himself with his glass of red wine. I remembered glancing at GP and noticed her serious face—no smile or a sense of ease. I felt the pressure and heaviness on her expression even before she said any word. Without dissecting her words to make it sound better—for a split second—right before she first opened her mount, I even said quietly "she seemed …show more content…
Suddenly, it seemed like we stopped breathing, the clock stopped ticking, and our body stopped moving. At glanced, I saw my mom’s leg were like a resemblance of a melted candle. If my daughter’s chair was not on the way, I would have reached out to hold her. My mother dropped to her knees, GP reached down to mom and they wept together. For the first time, I was not ashamed to cry and appeared scandalized with my own personal overflowing emotions in front of my family. At that moment, I had to search and dig deep into my greatest strength; I was tearing and very sad, profoundly inside. I was not mad at the lord, but I questioned, “Why of all people in the world?”
Grandma Paulina’s breast cancer spreads too fast and foretold with 3 months to live. Tuesday, April 21, 2014—just a little over a month since GP’s diagnostic. Shockingly, my mom called and informed me that GP had to be taken to the hospital immediately--her vital statistic was below average, and breathing inversely. “You need to get back in town immediately. Grandma might not make it tonight, the doctor said her body is eroding faster and the virus had spread all over her organs,” mom wretchedly
“Mom, why can’t I just get one of those colorful lunch bags like everybody else in my school?” My daughter determinedly argued. “Because this brown bag is very special.” I determinedly answered her back. Deep down my head, I was convinced that perhaps the brown bag was really outdated, practically cheap, and unquestionably out of fashion; nevertheless, my countless memories behind it was worth any branded, popular, and expensive lunch bags anywhere.
Health is wealth—grandma’s every …show more content…
The whole family was having a dinner. While I was scooping a spoonful of mom’s famous Chicken and Tofu Curry, I did not see GP, so I asked, “Where is GP? Did someone call GP?” A few minutes later, GP slowly walked down the stairs from her room towards the kitchen. She looked like as if she was neglected with liveliness. My mother stood and offered her chair to GP, while my father pre-occupied himself with his glass of red wine. I remembered glancing at GP and noticed her serious face—no smile or a sense of ease. I felt the pressure and heaviness on her expression even before she said any word. Without dissecting her words to make it sound better—for a split second—right before she first opened her mount, I even said quietly "she seemed …show more content…
Suddenly, it seemed like we stopped breathing, the clock stopped ticking, and our body stopped moving. At glanced, I saw my mom’s leg were like a resemblance of a melted candle. If my daughter’s chair was not on the way, I would have reached out to hold her. My mother dropped to her knees, GP reached down to mom and they wept together. For the first time, I was not ashamed to cry and appeared scandalized with my own personal overflowing emotions in front of my family. At that moment, I had to search and dig deep into my greatest strength; I was tearing and very sad, profoundly inside. I was not mad at the lord, but I questioned, “Why of all people in the world?”
Grandma Paulina’s breast cancer spreads too fast and foretold with 3 months to live. Tuesday, April 21, 2014—just a little over a month since GP’s diagnostic. Shockingly, my mom called and informed me that GP had to be taken to the hospital immediately--her vital statistic was below average, and breathing inversely. “You need to get back in town immediately. Grandma might not make it tonight, the doctor said her body is eroding faster and the virus had spread all over her organs,” mom wretchedly