Living at my grandma's house for the past two years, has taught me valuable lessons. I learned to be more patient, and realized I wasn't as patient as I had hoped to be. I'm still learning to control my anger and frustration. Time to time I have my outbursts when something irks me to the point of no return. It's usually caused by some kind of emotional trigger from my past that's so intense that I feel my face heating up like a kettle. Only if faces can really turn blue...mine would be on a different color spectrum. I also learned to actually take care of someone other than myself. Taking care of a grandparent is like taking care of a baby. It requires major patience, holding back your words, trying your best to be compassionate, and a lot of other things as well. I noticed how selfish I was and how much self control I had lacked. It's definitely a learning and growing experience.
I realized so much by living with her. I see her aging as the days go by and honestly, I get sad. When my grandmother was younger, she was bright, sharp, strong, a leader, outgoing and one who really persevered. She never complained and just did what had to be done. She cared for my brother and I as if we were her immediate children. She worked until her 60's 'til 2 o'clock in the morning so we can have a hot meal to eat, a home, and a normal childhood. And because of these facts of selfless giving, I must try harder to make her laugh, to be nicer, to show her I love and care for her every single day. She's 81 years old and I don't know how much longer 'til her day comes (something I don't like to think about), but I hope to be a granddaughter that she can truly be proud of.
I love you 할머니
