Yo Holla Monologue
Prompt 1 Yo Holla. REVISE.
Growing up, I always believed that my family was just an ordinary family. On the outside, it looked ordinary enough; I had a mother, a father, and an older brother, who all worked together to raise me. My parents, who are Chinese immigrants from Vietnam, made sure that I was raised with a large dose of their culture. Old Vietnamese tales and classic Chinese proverbs which venerated patience and diligence were bedtime stories to me. However, I found that most of my inspiration and dreams did not come from the modest heroes or clever characters in the stories, but rather the storyteller herself, my mother.
Where my father exemplifies the importance of enduring, my mother has inspired me to be open-minded but also steadfast despite any situation. I remember that it had been entirely unexpected when my family received the news. My mother was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes when I was ten years old. At the time, my family and I felt devastated; we were ill informed about the disease and as the youngest, I felt more lost and terrified than anyone about what would happen. Yet, I could only stare with awe at my mother who remained level-headed and even curious about the disease that she would share her …show more content…
I discovered that I was not going to drown in ignorance and helplessness any longer. Instead, I wanted to understand more about the disease and I was not about to stand idly and watch my mother struggle. I explored on the internet, paid visits to the library, took extra classes at school, and ultimately strived to attain the confidence that comes only with knowledge. I pursued the causes and effects of diabetes, and offered the emotional support that my mother’s physician could not provide. Now, I work together with my mother to create healthy and balanced diet plans for not only my brother and father, but also my aging grandparents and
Growing up, I always believed that my family was just an ordinary family. On the outside, it looked ordinary enough; I had a mother, a father, and an older brother, who all worked together to raise me. My parents, who are Chinese immigrants from Vietnam, made sure that I was raised with a large dose of their culture. Old Vietnamese tales and classic Chinese proverbs which venerated patience and diligence were bedtime stories to me. However, I found that most of my inspiration and dreams did not come from the modest heroes or clever characters in the stories, but rather the storyteller herself, my mother.
Where my father exemplifies the importance of enduring, my mother has inspired me to be open-minded but also steadfast despite any situation. I remember that it had been entirely unexpected when my family received the news. My mother was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes when I was ten years old. At the time, my family and I felt devastated; we were ill informed about the disease and as the youngest, I felt more lost and terrified than anyone about what would happen. Yet, I could only stare with awe at my mother who remained level-headed and even curious about the disease that she would share her …show more content…
I discovered that I was not going to drown in ignorance and helplessness any longer. Instead, I wanted to understand more about the disease and I was not about to stand idly and watch my mother struggle. I explored on the internet, paid visits to the library, took extra classes at school, and ultimately strived to attain the confidence that comes only with knowledge. I pursued the causes and effects of diabetes, and offered the emotional support that my mother’s physician could not provide. Now, I work together with my mother to create healthy and balanced diet plans for not only my brother and father, but also my aging grandparents and