descriptive essay
Anh Phan
ENG 099
7248795
Descriptive Essay
Grandmother, the inspiration of my life
I still remember every picture and actions of my grandmother, a woman who loves me and sacrifices 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 parents 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 could feel her love because I knew the average weight of carrying in shoulder was not easy at all. After 5 kilometer being in the basket, we arrived at home where my grandfather was 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 ran to his arm quickly to such an extent that he fell behind, which made us laugh uproariously. That was our impressive welcome. My grandmother is very considerate, she understood that I was 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
ENG 099
7248795
Descriptive Essay
Grandmother, the inspiration of my life
I still remember every picture and actions of my grandmother, a woman who loves me and sacrifices 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 parents 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 could feel her love because I knew the average weight of carrying in shoulder was not easy at all. After 5 kilometer being in the basket, we arrived at home where my grandfather was 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 ran to his arm quickly to such an extent that he fell behind, which made us laugh uproariously. That was our impressive welcome. My grandmother is very considerate, she understood that I was 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