Woman who loves me and sacrifice for me and my father - Grandmother, the inspiration of my life
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Grandmother, the inspiration of my life
I still remember every picture and actions of my grandmother, a woman who loves me and sacrifice for me and my father most. My father grew up in the north of Vietnam, and my mom and my family in the south of Vietnam. For the disadvantages of long distance, I could not visit my grandmother and grandfather regularly. Fortunately, in Tet Holiday in Vietnam when I was 7 years old, my parent took me to visit my grandmother and grandfather for a month. That was a really special trip because that was the first time I visit them since I was born.
Tet holiday in the north of Vietnam was usually cold in the winter season. My grandmother very worried about me, because she was afraid that I could not stay for long in the icy weather. For that reason, she walked from the house to the highway which was 5 kilometers away, and she did not forget to bring a hawker, a traditional carry tool in Vietnam including a meter-long bamboo stick and burden in the shoulder enclosed with you big or small baskets at two ends. She was right because my sister and I was shaking like an aspen leaf then she put us to the basket of the hawker and burdened to home. Even I was a kid, I still felt her love because I knew the average weight of carrying in shoulder was not easy at all. After 5 kilometer in the basket, we arrived at home where my grandfather seated on a cane chair, smoking a pipe tobacco with a hot tea and wait for us. I was very happy when I met him. He stood up and opened his arm to let me know that he wanted to give a hug. I did not wait for any second, and I run to his arm quickly to such an extent that he fell behind, then we laughed uproariously. That was our impressive welcome. My grandmother is very considerate, she understand that I am not willing to take a shower in this cold weather then she prepare for me a big vessel of warm water. After showering, she made for me a very delicious and traditional food, egg boiled, water morning glory with soya cheese and stir-fried medium sized edible snail which she collect in the field. After a cozy dinner, we moving to the living room and share all the funny things in the way we get there, talking about the different between the life in the city and the countryside. I have never had a real family time like this, a big family talking and laughing, I never forget this moment. Then we get back to our room and take a rest.
In the early morning of the next day, grandmother get up early and wake me and my sister up for preparing for the trip today. I was very surprised and curious because she told me that it will be very fun. While I was changing, she is get ready for the trip. After that, we walked for 10 minutes, we went through a village. It was very different with Ho Chi Minh City, from the road to the house, I can feel the peaceful atmosphere in here. Then we arrived to my grandmother's field. I was very surprise because of the beautiful scenery appear, the yellow of the field of the ripe fifth - month rice. The scenery is more beautiful when I can smell the aromatic flavor of the paddy, it was really good. Thenceforth, grandmother gave me the fatal shear and show me how to harvest the wheat. She taught me to keep the top of the wheat and use the fatal shear to cut the bottom of the wheat body and carefully put it in the basket in order not to let the rice come out to the field. We harvest and chatting, she make me feel a different feature of life, not boisterous, not fast as usual in the city. After 2 hours harvesting, we hook our products back to home and start to dry the wheat in the front yard. At that time, I realized the hardship of my grandmother then she was young because she need to work a lot to earn money to get a chance for my father to study in the city. We take a shower and prepare for lunch. I spent the whole time to help grandmother harvest and enjoy the countryside life. One month later, I left and prepare for school, I miss her a lot and I promised to visit her for every summer.
Due to the class schedule, I cannot keep my promise and I was really upset about that. However, I still call her regularly to tell her how good I am at school, how am I doing and many things around me. 2 years later, she passed away, I cried a lot because u cannot go to see her the last time. For some of the story she told me about the hard time when she need to feed my father. At that time, she was very poor and they have nothing to eat except sweet potato. She save all the food for my father and go to the field with the empty stomach. She told my father that he need to take care of his heath for the exam season, she is fine without food. For that action, I can feel the great love of mother to her son and I promise myself that I need to study hard to requite my parents. In my heart, she is the one who inspirited me.
Hi! i need some help on my essay. Please help me with the grammar. Thanks in advance <3
Grandmother, the inspiration of my life
I still remember every picture and actions of my grandmother, a woman who loves me and sacrifice for me and my father most. My father grew up in the north of Vietnam, and my mom and my family in the south of Vietnam. For the disadvantages of long distance, I could not visit my grandmother and grandfather regularly. Fortunately, in Tet Holiday in Vietnam when I was 7 years old, my parent took me to visit my grandmother and grandfather for a month. That was a really special trip because that was the first time I visit them since I was born.
Tet holiday in the north of Vietnam was usually cold in the winter season. My grandmother very worried about me, because she was afraid that I could not stay for long in the icy weather. For that reason, she walked from the house to the highway which was 5 kilometers away, and she did not forget to bring a hawker, a traditional carry tool in Vietnam including a meter-long bamboo stick and burden in the shoulder enclosed with you big or small baskets at two ends. She was right because my sister and I was shaking like an aspen leaf then she put us to the basket of the hawker and burdened to home. Even I was a kid, I still felt her love because I knew the average weight of carrying in shoulder was not easy at all. After 5 kilometer in the basket, we arrived at home where my grandfather seated on a cane chair, smoking a pipe tobacco with a hot tea and wait for us. I was very happy when I met him. He stood up and opened his arm to let me know that he wanted to give a hug. I did not wait for any second, and I run to his arm quickly to such an extent that he fell behind, then we laughed uproariously. That was our impressive welcome. My grandmother is very considerate, she understand that I am not willing to take a shower in this cold weather then she prepare for me a big vessel of warm water. After showering, she made for me a very delicious and traditional food, egg boiled, water morning glory with soya cheese and stir-fried medium sized edible snail which she collect in the field. After a cozy dinner, we moving to the living room and share all the funny things in the way we get there, talking about the different between the life in the city and the countryside. I have never had a real family time like this, a big family talking and laughing, I never forget this moment. Then we get back to our room and take a rest.
In the early morning of the next day, grandmother get up early and wake me and my sister up for preparing for the trip today. I was very surprised and curious because she told me that it will be very fun. While I was changing, she is get ready for the trip. After that, we walked for 10 minutes, we went through a village. It was very different with Ho Chi Minh City, from the road to the house, I can feel the peaceful atmosphere in here. Then we arrived to my grandmother's field. I was very surprise because of the beautiful scenery appear, the yellow of the field of the ripe fifth - month rice. The scenery is more beautiful when I can smell the aromatic flavor of the paddy, it was really good. Thenceforth, grandmother gave me the fatal shear and show me how to harvest the wheat. She taught me to keep the top of the wheat and use the fatal shear to cut the bottom of the wheat body and carefully put it in the basket in order not to let the rice come out to the field. We harvest and chatting, she make me feel a different feature of life, not boisterous, not fast as usual in the city. After 2 hours harvesting, we hook our products back to home and start to dry the wheat in the front yard. At that time, I realized the hardship of my grandmother then she was young because she need to work a lot to earn money to get a chance for my father to study in the city. We take a shower and prepare for lunch. I spent the whole time to help grandmother harvest and enjoy the countryside life. One month later, I left and prepare for school, I miss her a lot and I promised to visit her for every summer.
Due to the class schedule, I cannot keep my promise and I was really upset about that. However, I still call her regularly to tell her how good I am at school, how am I doing and many things around me. 2 years later, she passed away, I cried a lot because u cannot go to see her the last time. For some of the story she told me about the hard time when she need to feed my father. At that time, she was very poor and they have nothing to eat except sweet potato. She save all the food for my father and go to the field with the empty stomach. She told my father that he need to take care of his heath for the exam season, she is fine without food. For that action, I can feel the great love of mother to her son and I promise myself that I need to study hard to requite my parents. In my heart, she is the one who inspirited me.
