Personal Narrative-My Pappo Virus

My Pappoús As she was telling me the news it was as if we were just having an imaginary conversation and soon we would be pretending to complete what we had discussed. Then the realization came upon me, this was going to happen. As the weeks passed by, the day had come, July 3rd of 2012. The day that I would be leaving a familiar world with familiar faces, I had to leave the small town in San Diego County, my lovely home. At the time, I had no idea what was to come, but I am grateful my family and I moved to the little town of Mendocino that we now call home. Mendocino would allow myself to embrace my Greek culture with my pappoús (Grandpa). However, at the time I sat packing my bags with a dull look. When my mom told me about the little town in Mendocino, California it seemed as if she was describing a story out of a picture book. The first detail I noticed was the town’s population was only about 1,000 people. The population would be 60 times less than my current town. Moreover, there would be many “arty” people, a euphemism for hippies, which would live in this town. Why was I moving away from my perfect world for a town like this? Going through the redwoods on the long drive, driving on dirt roads, …show more content…
Likewise, if he noticed that I was stressed about a test or the day he would ask me with a big smile, “Ti Kanis Iguana (How are you granddaughter)”. Subconsciously the Greek culture was the foundation of our relationship, it’s what made us smile, dance, and sing. Not only has my culture had a profound impact on my life, but my Grandpa has too. My pappoús went from being a peasant in Greece to a doctor in America. He demonstrated that I could do anything if I put hard work and passion into it. To have the honor to grow up with such a happy, inspiring person was truly eye opening. It made me realize that one day, I am going to become a doctor