My Grandfather Monologue

In my narrative, I dramatized my picture to show an powerful image of my grandparents. Throughout the story, I focused on my grandfather’s (Gonggong) character to show my vision of him as a grandfather. I also constantly uses the sensory details of the 2.5” x 3.5” picture to show the importance of it and the message behind it. I described each of the characters in the picture descriptively to give the audience an appearance of each of the characters, “I remembered feeling the wrinkles on the surface of [Gonggong’s] arm. [Gonggong’s] arms were huge and strong,” (Paragraph 1). I used metaphors like, “I remember holding Gonggong’s left hand, I tightened my grip as if it has been my favorite stuffed animal” (Paragraph 1) to show the audiences

Happiness; was all people can see in the smiles. Two elders were sitting in the middle, smiling as if they were the spotlights of their talent show, they looked proud. The three kids were sitting on their laps, giggling and goofing around. The 2.5” x 3.5” picture was a picture of my beloved grandparents, my little cousin, my older brother, and me. I was sitting on Gonggong’s left leg, I remembered holding Gonggong’s (my grandfather) left hand, I tightened my grip as if it has been my favorite stuffed animal. I remembered feeling his ring on his middle finger, I remembered feeling the wrinkles on the surface of his arm. His arms were huge and strong. On my Popo’s side (my grandmother) was Long-Long (my little cousin), who was only two years old, she tried to crawl out of Popo’s arms. Long-Long hated pictures, her facial expression showed impatience and anger. In the middle between the two of us was Hok Lun (my older brother), who was about seven years old, he sat still as if he was a soldier. His tummy was surrounded by Gonggong’s right arm. Snap, the 2.5” x 3.5” picture was taken. I have kept that picture in my wallet ever

It was such a surprise that they were home during mid afternoon, because they were working most of the time. They were not eating. Not smiling. Just pure serious… and sad. Their foreheads were covered with wrinkles, they looked deep and thoughtful. Their eyes were full of tears, their eyes were swollen as if they didn’t sleep for days. I sensed something bad happened, I then asked, “What happened Mama and Baba? What’s the matter?” Mama hugged me and sobbed, “Gonggong passed away this morning,” My heart dropped like a rock inside me, I felt real pain inside me. I bit my tongue with shock. Flashing back to last month, Popo died from diabetes and kidney tumor. And now, Gonggong is dead? “What is going on? What happened?” I asked with my voice cracked. “Heart attack, in an elevator,” Mama told me slightly. “Heart attack? Gonggong was an exercise geek, he would wake up at 6 in the morning and jogs for two hours everyday. He had healthy diets, he didn’t even drink or smoke. How can he JUST die from a sudden heart attack?” I asked impatiently. I struggled inside myself and cannot get over the fact; Gonggong is now dead. The mystery left question marks inside my head for