Personal Narrative: My Grandfather

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Estrellita San Diego is 82 years old, she is my grandmother and she grew up in the Philippines. She moved to the US to study at New York University (NYU) to complete her masters in Business Management then moved back to the Philippines. She grew up with her brother until they both moved to the US. She moved back to the Philippines and lived with her husband and had 3 kids; but only 2 are living. She is now still in the Philippines helping her daughter and son run their businesses. Her son is a chef and her daughter is a restaurant owner. The first change that really affected her life was moving out of the country to go to college. She was very young and started college early, which made her the youngest in her class. Being exposed to a whole …show more content…

I somewhat knew about the things that have happened in my family, but not to this extent and how it made her feel. I was younger when all the events that happened about her son Peter, so I was not able to fully experience the pain they’ve went through. Till this day, I see it, but I have never experienced it first hand except for their little remarks on my cousins’ maternal family. I can definitely relate to her first change because I somewhat went through that when I moved here from the Philippines. I am away from all the people I love and this gravely affects me. I can now see that it does not just affect me, but my whole family that I left behind as well. My grandmother acts as my second mother, she provides for everyone, so the fact that her grandchildren are all out of the country for college, It affects her a lot because we all rely on her help, support and funding for education and shelter. Without my grandmother’s support, my cousins, siblings and I would not be blessed with what we have. I resonate to her struggle from being away from home, from working while going to school and for feeling lonely at times. I did not know about the miscarriage; I might have heard it from my sister once, but I did not believe her. I nearly teared up listening to her talk about it because I would’ve reacted the same as her if that ever happened to me. To conclude, It is clear that we do not have the ideal

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