Personal Narrative: My Grandpa Beto

My grandpa Beto!

My grandpa Beto, I called him Papanino or Pa, has profoundly affected my life by the unremarkable way to overcome his trails in life with an immense smile even though his father got kill during the revolution war in Mexico, consequently all they owned was taking away, his mother widower had no rights to the land, horses, and other animals they once owned, since back then the women’s had no civil rights once the husband was decease ,therefore, my great-grandmother suffer deeply seeing his 9 children homeless therefore, my grandfather Beto started to work to support his mother, as a result of this big act of love for his siblings was not able to go to school, despite the fact that he did not learned how to write or read he was the smartest human being in the world.

I do not want you to die, if that happened, I do not know what I would do without you, I remember that day he looked at me with an amazement and some tiers came out of his eyes, then he said I promise that you will never see me smoke again, that was a great act of love he did that day, because from that day forward no cigarettes were around anymore, perhaps he quit or just not when I was around.

My grandpa Beto has always encouraged me to dream big, for instance, when he brought me to the United States the uncertainty of a new culture and the language had me worried about my future as a result of this it seemed as if everything was against my dreams, however my Pa’ was there to provide words of wisdom.

In conclusion although my grandpa is no longer with my physically I still feel his presents in the most difficult times of my life, for instance when the path seems too dark to move forward ,I hear his voice of wisdom telling me to keep moving forward it is light at the end of the