Eulogy For Grandmother

The enlightening reflection of the sun shining throughout the horizon can never describe how dark and gloomy I had felt that day. I begged my grandparents to drive me to Concentra (a medical clinic), for a sports physical to tryout for volleyball (in which I wasted my summer in). Lacking prevalent thought, I begged... “Grandmama! Dwive me to Concentra, pwease! If I can drive, I wouldn’t aske.” Her beautiful droopy almond eyes turned into a puppy, who shot up its head to find for the sweet aroma of dog biscuits. She gleamingly stared at me and loudly replied,

“You are disrespectful! If it was another Asian family, they would smack you to death!” Since I am cognizant of her intentions... she will soon become the loving woman I once encountered approximately five minutes ago, and my predictions were accurate. Right when my grandpa backed out from the garage, he gently bumped into my

In a panic, he said, “What did we hit?” I sharply turned to look out the back window, and stuttered in fear, “O...h no we hit our… neighbor’s white truck.” My grandma and grandpa were heavily petrified of the consequences; therefore, they left the scene of the accident. I frighteningly raised my voice, “What if the police came here?” Calmly, her voice sputtered through my ears, “you have to handle it.” With high hopes of the police not arriving, fate occurred. I thought to myself, “Is this what I’m destined to do?” The police parked in my driveway and angrily walked through the curved path of my sidewalk, then peeked through the ecstasy of my house. Knock, Knock, “The officer is here as expected,” my mom whispered. Right then, my heart practically fell off my chest and rolled on the ground. I sighed and opened my front door slowly as it creaked into motion. When my eyes met the police officer, I smiled gracefully to mask the painstaking sadness I withheld.