It happened during twilight. It is a family tradition to eat dinner together, we usually gather when both my parents arrived from work. We would sit and talk about what had happened in our day. I was around two-years old and my brother four. It was the day before we left South Korea to Guatemala. My father was lying on the pink flower patterned blankets on the floor watching television. He had already have dinner with his colleagues since it was his last day in the country.
"Honey, your eyes will get bad, don't watch the television from to near" my mother said.
"Only three more spoons and you can go play," said to my brother.
I was sitting on her lap. My brother ate all the food and went to play with this Lego toys. She was almost finished giving me food, when suddenly abruptly she threw me into the ground. I started crying and she ran towards my father. He was having a heart attack.
"Honey! Honey! Wake up!" she would shout.
I kept on crying, and my brother was watching from behind. My mother rushed and called the ambulance. It took them only five minutes to get to our house. Once they arrived, my mother was so alternated she begged the two men from to take my father to the hospital.
"Sorry, we can not take dead bodies to the hospital."
My mother crashed started to burst into tears. She was shocked.
I woke up panting.
What had just happened? What have I dreamed? Had it been really just a dream?
I go downstairs and my mother and brother are having breakfast. I sit on the table and my mother brings me rice and Kim chi soup. I tell my mother the dream. Suddenly, very surprised she answers, "How can you still remember?"
It had really happened. My father had past the way when watching television, while we were dining. From that moment on, every time I remember that dream, I am very thankful for my mom and all her effort.
She is still single and raising both of us all by herself, only because of the promise she had done to my father during her vows, she would not marry other man even if death breaks them apart.
I was heaving a sigh of relief as I read that it was a dream... But it really did happen! Your writing made me feel like I was on riding a roller coaster. I feel sorry for your mother; how surprised she must have been in that incident! Your mother is a strong person, and I think you are too.
ReplyDeleteReading your work, I could picture it inside my head. You have described your experience calmly, in a way that readers can envision it.
One thing I am confused about is the part where you said 'my mother was so alternated she begged the two men from to take my father to the hospital' I am not quite sure what you meant by 'alternated'. It would be better if you clarify this part!
In addition, I think you can develop your work more by giving more details about the situation or your feelings.
Overall I think your topic is a good, appropriate one to write about.
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201502398 Subin Lee
It was twilight. Our family tradition was to eat dinner together, we usually gather when both my parents arrived from work. We would sit and talk about what had happened in our day. I was around two-years old and my brother four. It was the day before we left South Korea to Guatemala. My father was lying on the pink flower patterned blankets on the floor watching television. He had already have dinner with his colleagues since it was his last day in the country.
ReplyDelete“Honey, your eyes will get bad, don't watch the television from to near” my mother said.
“Only three more spoons and you can go play,” said to my brother who had been playing around with his toys instead of eating.
I was sitting on her lap. My brother ate all the food and went to play with this Lego toys. She was almost finished giving me food, when suddenly abruptly she threw me into the ground. I started crying and she ran towards my father. He was having a heart attack.
“Honey! Honey! Wake up!” she would shout.
I kept on crying, and my brother was watching from behind. My mother rushed and called the ambulance. It took them only five minutes to get to our house. Once they arrived, my mother was so traumatized by what it had just happened. She begged the two men from to take my father to the hospital.
“Sorry, we can not take people who are no longer alive to the hospital.”
My mother crashed started to burst into tears. She was shocked.
I woke up panting.
I go downstairs and my mother and brother are having breakfast. I sit on the table and my mother brings me rice and Kim chi stew. I tell my mother the dream. Suddenly, very surprised she answers, “How can you still remember?”
My dream had really happened. My father had past the way when watching television, while we were dining. From that moment on, every time I remember that dream, I am very thankful for my mom and all her effort through all these years. I could never imagine a life without her. Also, through it, even though unfortunately I was not able to grow up loved by both parents, I know that I once had a person whom I once called father.
My mother is still single and raising both of us all by herself, only because of the promise she had done to my father during her vows, she would not marry other man even if death breaks them apart.