My grandmother was a special women. I did not know her much when I was a child, only she was strict and somewhat aloof. But as I grew older I learnt that she raised seven children and ran a factory after my grandfather died when she was only thirty five years old. She was born and raised in China in an affluent family, however that lifestyle was short lived. During the Sino war, Japanese invasion in 1947, she was forced to flee her home and walked across the country. I never knew until years later that she left her first twins under the tree with all her valuables and a letter begged the Japanese officer to adopt them, in case she and grandpa died during the march to the refugee camp. She thought she would die, but she made her way to Thailand.
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Every time I was questioned why I could be so superstitious growing up in Western culture. I could not help but smile not because I believe in the superstitions, but because when I did those silly little things, my grandma was with me. I can feel her words in the wind, her hands holding me and I know everything will be alright. During many years while I was away from home, many times I felt like giving up but then I thought if I have her blood running through vein, maybe I will have her strength, hope and courage. Maybe she was so smart she planned this all along, to gently remind us who we are, to give me hope when I most needed. When I broke off my engagement because I felt that my ex-fiancé was not the right man for me. My parents were disapproved of my decision, but when I told my grandma she told me, “It does not matter if you lose him, because he did not give you respect you deserved. Once you let him go your self will be found and cherished.” She wanted to make sure I knew what I was worth and would never settle for the second best. My mother taught me the Chinese way, never questions, never complaint, not knowing her worth. But my grandma had other plans for me. Many little things that she did were to make sure I would l always have my feet on the ground, be true to myself and always have hope in my
Every time I was questioned why I could be so superstitious growing up in Western culture. I could not help but smile not because I believe in the superstitions, but because when I did those silly little things, my grandma was with me. I can feel her words in the wind, her hands holding me and I know everything will be alright. During many years while I was away from home, many times I felt like giving up but then I thought if I have her blood running through vein, maybe I will have her strength, hope and courage. Maybe she was so smart she planned this all along, to gently remind us who we are, to give me hope when I most needed. When I broke off my engagement because I felt that my ex-fiancé was not the right man for me. My parents were disapproved of my decision, but when I told my grandma she told me, “It does not matter if you lose him, because he did not give you respect you deserved. Once you let him go your self will be found and cherished.” She wanted to make sure I knew what I was worth and would never settle for the second best. My mother taught me the Chinese way, never questions, never complaint, not knowing her worth. But my grandma had other plans for me. Many little things that she did were to make sure I would l always have my feet on the ground, be true to myself and always have hope in my