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 patting my hand (which annoyed me to no e....