My great grandmother
Alexandra Otero
Professor Paul West Roberts
English 101
11 October 2013 Using the Values Vicky Taught Me, at College
I buckled up and drove as quickly as I could because I knew I was late to go see her and my plane to Philadelphia would be leaving in 5 hours. I didn’t want to miss seeing her this week because last week I couldn’t make it. “I forgot the cookies! I never forget the cookies. Why did I forget them today?” I thought. I stopped at the pharmacy on my way there and bought her favorite, "Oreos." “Darn, is my skirt too short today? Will the nun let me in?” I continued to worry since I only had 40 minutes left of visiting time. When I arrived, I jumped out of the car and pulled my skirt down as hard as I could. “Seems good to me; I hope they think the same.” As I entered, I said “hi” to the nun, as always, and went running to the elevator while I did my best to keep my skirt down. Just as I reached the second floor, I remembered she was moved down to the first floor about two weeks ago. On my way down the elevator, I really couldn’t understand why they moved her to the first floor. “She still can take care of herself. I wonder if the nuns think that she is getting worse.” Just thinking about it made my heart hurt. The elevator door opened and I ran to her area. I could see her. She saw me from the other side of the long hall. She was sitting there with her arms wide open. I ran towards her and hugged her tightly. Finally, there I was, in the arms of my great-grandmother who turned 99 the next day, thinking this might be the last time I saw her.
I sat down in the rocking chair next to her and she asked me the same question she asks me every single time I see her: “Have you done something good for someone today?” I smiled and told her I was leaving to college in about 5 hours. She acted indifferent but I knew she was aware this could be our last time together. So, I decided to change the topic. I told her, “Vicky, you turn 99 tomorrow!” She told me
Professor Paul West Roberts
English 101
11 October 2013 Using the Values Vicky Taught Me, at College
I buckled up and drove as quickly as I could because I knew I was late to go see her and my plane to Philadelphia would be leaving in 5 hours. I didn’t want to miss seeing her this week because last week I couldn’t make it. “I forgot the cookies! I never forget the cookies. Why did I forget them today?” I thought. I stopped at the pharmacy on my way there and bought her favorite, "Oreos." “Darn, is my skirt too short today? Will the nun let me in?” I continued to worry since I only had 40 minutes left of visiting time. When I arrived, I jumped out of the car and pulled my skirt down as hard as I could. “Seems good to me; I hope they think the same.” As I entered, I said “hi” to the nun, as always, and went running to the elevator while I did my best to keep my skirt down. Just as I reached the second floor, I remembered she was moved down to the first floor about two weeks ago. On my way down the elevator, I really couldn’t understand why they moved her to the first floor. “She still can take care of herself. I wonder if the nuns think that she is getting worse.” Just thinking about it made my heart hurt. The elevator door opened and I ran to her area. I could see her. She saw me from the other side of the long hall. She was sitting there with her arms wide open. I ran towards her and hugged her tightly. Finally, there I was, in the arms of my great-grandmother who turned 99 the next day, thinking this might be the last time I saw her.
I sat down in the rocking chair next to her and she asked me the same question she asks me every single time I see her: “Have you done something good for someone today?” I smiled and told her I was leaving to college in about 5 hours. She acted indifferent but I knew she was aware this could be our last time together. So, I decided to change the topic. I told her, “Vicky, you turn 99 tomorrow!” She told me