We both had married insensitive partners; however, we dealt with the hostile relationships differently. She accepted her fate and suffered silently; I fought with all my might and retaliated loudly. Despite our differences, my mother and I shared the same guilt for we had inflicted pain and disappointment onto our children as we became increasingly discontent with our lives.
My mother was born in Canton, China to a well-regarded herbalist and a merchant’s daughter. Her family employed nannies and wet nurses to provide continuous care for her and her siblings. As a young woman, she enjoyed a privileged life style and attended foreign schools for formal education. But all those luxuries disappeared when communist leader, Mao Zedong, gained control of China in 1949. To escape the instability of their homeland, my grandparents, my mother and her three younger brothers migrated to Macau and attempted to build a new life.
Unfortunately, they were ill-prepared to adapt to the contemporized society of the Portuguese territory. My grandfather could not establish himself as a credible apothecary for oriental herbal-based remedy was archaic compared to the western science-based medicine that was popularly practiced in Macau. In addition, my grandmother was incapable of working for she had always bee...
... middle of paper ...
...anging her fate was senseless notion; conversely, I believed destiny was an unwritten journey, and that I possessed the power to create my fate.
There is an old Chinese proverb, “Daughters are their mothers’ unresolved heartaches.” A daughter represents redemption for her mother. With her daughter, a mother would share her highest aspirations, deepest regrets, and darkest secrets. Her daughter would right her mother’s wrongs, so her daughter’s daughter would be pure as a snowflake. By living an authentic life, I honor my mother’s hopes and dreams for herself and her children; by having the courage to alter my fate, I experience joy for me and my mother. There will only be happiness and contentment for my children, their daughters, and their daughters’ daughters for I believe I had made amends for both my mother and me in this life time.
Need Writing Help?
Get feedback on grammar, clarity, concision and logic instantly.Check your paper »
- Personal Narrative- Mother and Daughter Relationship I am rummaging through a cardboard box full of pictures, looking for the perfect one to put in one of those sentimental Mother and Daughter word frames from Hallmark. Finally, a photo falls from the box, and I pick it up, knowing I have found what I am looking for. It is a picture taken from spring of the year I was four. My mother is sitting on the couch in our living room and I am standing in front of her. The fabric of our couch is a beige and dark brown flowered print.... [tags: Personal Narrative Writing]
632 words (1.8 pages)
- My Mother, the Hippie My mother is a "hippie" in every sense of the word. Therefore, as a young child, I spent a lot of time in the Great Outdoors. There were even some years in which we traveled around living on commune farms. I remember the huge gardens where you could always find my mom, and where I earned my nickname "Beans". I recall the cats and goats that were always roaming around, and I remember falling asleep in rooms stacked to the ceiling with bunkbeds, where all of the kids on the farm slept.... [tags: Personal Narratives]
786 words (2.2 pages)
- Mother Ireland My family is proud to boast a long and rich history mothered by the Emerald Isle of Erin, which is Gaelic for Ireland. My family's clan was first called the O'Neills, and we inhabited the outskirts of a small village which now goes by the name of County Cork. We were minstrels, actors and musicians in the courts of our family's home for many generations. An interesting piece of recent history about my family is that we are closely related to the Kennedys on my father's side.... [tags: Example Personal Narratives]
1097 words (3.1 pages)
- Personal Narative- Tough Girl She went to the land of Hollywood with a diamond wedding necklace hanging loosely from her neck like a noose before it gives its snapping goodbye. She went to the land of dreams with pride coloring her shadow; a haughty swing of her thick plait; and why not. Her name was Serina –she was named after a dream. Why not. I thought, though I cried the night before because she got the chance bestowed to her curvy hips, her white Colgate smile, her crystal blue eyes. And what about me.... [tags: Personal Narrative Writing]
1367 words (3.9 pages)
- Personal Narrative- A Preventable Death He looks at his watch and realizes that he has to leave now before he gets yelled at due to missing the 12:00 curfew. Upon my cousin Sean's arrival home, he begged his mom for an extended curfew, after all he was the star of the 19991 homecoming football game at Royalton high school, he should have been able to stay out later. After losing this fight with rather stubborn mom, and her giving him a stern "Sean I am not going over this again, it is late and I would like you to live until morning, so you need to go downstairs and get some sleep." he hung his head and went downstairs.... [tags: Personal Narrative]
1015 words (2.9 pages)
- Personal Narrative- Christmas Cookies Although I have grown up to be entirely inept at the art of cooking, as to make even the most wretched chef ridicule my sad baking attempts, my childhood would have indicated otherwise; I was always on the countertop next to my mother’s cooking bowl, adding and mixing ingredients that would doubtlessly create a delicious food. When I was younger, cooking came intrinsically with the holiday season, which made that time of year the prime occasion for me to unite with ounces and ounces of satin dark chocolate, various other messy and gooey ingredients, numerous cooking utensils, and the assistance of my mother to cook what would soon be an edible masterpie... [tags: Personal Narrative]
564 words (1.6 pages)
- Personal Narrative- Bad Haircut and a Mother’s Lesson “Listen as your day unfolds. Challenge what the future holds. Try and keep your head up to the sky. Lovers may cause you tears. Go ahead, release your fears. Stand up and be counted. Don't be ashamed to try.” I’m sitting with my knees tucked under my chin, waiting for my mom’s turn to be finished, so I can climb up in the hairdresser’s swiveling chair and have the big apron tied around my neck to get my hair cut. I’m singing the lyrics to my favorite song by Deseree (softly so mom doesn’t yell at me) while looking through the books of hair designs on the chair next to me.... [tags: Personal Perspective Essays]
562 words (1.6 pages)
- Personal Narrative- Life as a Journey The journey of life follows a predetermined pattern; we evolve from needing influence and guidance to finally reaching that point where our lives are up to us. I consider myself very lucky up to this point in my journey. Some people become sidetracked and wind up on a far different course than initially planned, but the detours I made have only assisted in embellishing the individual instead of devouring it. According to Freud a person's most important period to grow personality ranges from birth to six years.... [tags: Personal Narrative Writing]
813 words (2.3 pages)
- Personal Narrative- Fear of Technology My grandmum spoke for us all that Christmas when she opened her gift from my aunt and uncle. She only half-unwrapped the box before launching it at my father across the room, crabbing “Now what in the hell am I supposed to do with THIS?” She proceeded to sulk, the way only my eighty-year-old gram can, arms crossed, lips pursed, but laughing the whole time despite herself. My aunt and uncle had done the extreme disservice of buying my gram an answering machine.... [tags: Personal Narrative Writing]
952 words (2.7 pages)
- Thumbs Out A girlfriend of mine once defended me to her father by saying, calmly, “Not every one who wanders is lost.” The dad kicked me out of the house anyway. But the damage had been done. Not everyone who wanders is lost. Of course I had to see her again. That was during the summer after my second year in college, and when I decided to leave school the following winter, I had but one destination in mind. Except that I was heading to Kansas City, where I figured jobs were easier to come by, instead of Wichita, 200 miles to the south, where she was living and asking me to go.... [tags: Personal Narratives Hitchhiking Essays]
1465 words (4.2 pages)