Personal Narrative Essay On The Twinkies

My grandpa was a simple man, and he lived a pretty average life. He wore flannels in the summer, and a goofy smile every day. He snuck candy to his kids when they were grounded, and quoted The Princess Bride to cheer them up. He answered every phone call with “yellow”, and tormented you with the same riddle until you got it right. He could eat a whole box of twinkies and the peas I hid under my plate. The twinkies, though, proved too much for his heart to handle, as his life was cut short at 58. Some time after his death, my mom was contacted by another family, and as they put it, her family. They were three sisters, and to her surprise they explained that they shared the same dad as her. Initially, and rightfully, she was shocked that he had kept a whole other dimension of his life a secret, for this was something that could potentially change her whole viewpoint on someone she knew and loved. Everything she knew about him
Since the issue was only discovered after his death, my mom’s inquisition about if he had a dual personality to match his dual life will remain unanswered. Yet, the fact that he can appear normal on the outside and hide a crippling secret on the inside shows that there must be some degree of duality about him. There was a difference between the way people perceived him. and the way he actually felt. To my mom he outwardly appeared as a loving father, but on the inside he lied to her every day. Accordingly, not only did he live with a physical duality, but he also had a duality of conflicting inwards and outward appearance. In the end, the effects of his deceit were hardly felt. When he died, life moved on. The newfound knowledge about his secret life and clashing nature didn’t alter my mom’s impression and feelings towards him. But even if my mom choses to remember him in a loving light, his double-crossing has taught us how to have confidence in ourselves as something other than