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Essay Archive - Personal Writing: An-Yang
Personal Writing: An-Yang
"Shua-nging!" (Children!) The sound of her strident voice reverberates down
the narrow stairwell. I remember that musty, dark, winding stairwell that led
to her second floor apartment in Glendale as vividly as I did the day I
established a meaningful relationship with my grandmother. Through this
relationship, I have come to know her as a friend, a confidante, and lastly, a
woman I admire.
I was only seven at the time, and the only thing I cared about was the fact that
my grandmother spoke in a very loud and grating voice, and that she kept on
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