Reflection Essay On Ma And Papa

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Ma and Papa had and still have a very large part of my heart. They were my everything. Ma and I went to temple every Tuesday evening. I never understood anything I learned, but these shared occasions brought Ma and I closer together. She taught me the basic and most important things that would later shape my being. She trained me to excel in school and was not afraid to discipline me when she saw fit. She loved me with everything she had and truly made me feel safe. Papa also did the same. He was hero. He told the greatest jokes, listened to the best music and encouraged with the most words. He was very strict and serious but his love was simply overwhelming in the most positive manner. I remember his funny faces and his warm hugs.He instilled …show more content…
As part of a treat to me, he would make it his duty to give me money every Saturday to buy myself fried rice from our local Chinese restaurant. I admit that I was a bit addicted to fried rice. On Sundays, we would to to the market - a boat ride away from the island - to buy goods. I remember getting lost in the market on one occasion. Ma and Papa had gone to two different vendors and I stayed with Ma. She was buying something from a stand and when she was done, I walked off thinking she was right behind me. It turned out that she had to buy something else and remained at the stand. When I realized that I was alone, with no one in sight, I knew I was lost. Immediately, I thought of how I would get home and did not panic. Thankfully, after walking a few steps up, I ran right into the arms of Papa. Relief was in the air and eventually, we met up with Ma and went home. Ma and Papa included me in many things. They took me along to weddings, functions and even sports occasions. We went to watch a live cricket game once at the stadium. I always loved cricket and I played it very well as a young girl …show more content…
The woman hugged me and asked, “You Alright?” I believe I answered Yes and we proceeded to make our way to our bus. The trip back to the island is a blur to me. I barely remember sitting next to these strangers and pondering on the fact that the child was so young, yet she was wearing nail polish. That was my primary concern! It was at some point within the next two weeks that I found out who these people were - my mother and my younger sister. Yet still, I never took the news seriously and simply went on with my life. I was still in school at the time. Ma used to take care of her nephew, who is a few years older than me. At the time, we attended the same school. He used to carry my sister with him to school. In my opinion, it was probably for show because she was a little white girl, new to the island and everyone was fascinated with her. She received much attention and this bothered me a bit. Who was she to come out of nowhere and befriend everyone I knew? Even my teachers were fond of her. What a

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