English Literature Assignment

Part 1 - Draft

I am standing outside the cab waiting for my dad to come out of the clinic, these are troubling times. I calm myself down and try to not ruminate over death. It’s a bright sunny day and as I notice my dad walking out slowly a slow smile spreads across my face.

One of the most unforgettable events of my life will always be the day when I accompanied my father to the funeral of my great grandmother. I had been about five years old, barely aware about the concept of death but extremely aware of my surroundings. I noticed how people gathered around our house like it was festival, but nobody was smiling.

Everybody seemed sad. I hadn’t known “Gamma” that well, but I remember her giving me money every time she saw me. I had liked her. But looking at my uncles and aunties breakdown that day had been really disturbing. When I look back, I can see how perplexed I had been. To top it off, nobody was paying any attention to me.

But later that evening, while driving back home my dad told me a few stories about her and spoke of how all a person leaves behind is other people’s memory of them.His eyes had been teary. He wasn’t an external emotional man, but now I know that he was extremely sensitive.

“Always remember kid, how you treat others- always stays with them. It doesn’t matter what your intention is just make sure that while you are here you make them smile, you give them kindness and always make some good memories, okay?”, so I gave him a mini salute and said enthusiastically “ OKAY!” it had made him chuckle.

Even after all these years I can surmise all I learnt in that one phrase- “be kind and make some good memories” As I reel myself back to this moment and help my dad get into the car he put his hand on my shoulder and looks at me and says– “ let’s go to Dom Pedro’s for lunch, I am in the mood to make some memories today” with a wobble in my throat, I nod and smile. “Let’s do that papa, I am in that mood too” he chuckles with glee and we drive away.

Part 2 - Final

I am standing outside the hospital by the the cab waiting for my dad to come out post his discharge. These are troubling times, I calm myself down and try to not ruminate over death. It ‘s a bright sunny day and as I notice my dad walking out slowly a slow smile spreads across my face. He lifts his old wrist and gives me half salute and sweet smile.

When I look back, one of the most unforgettable events of my life will always be the day when I accompanied my father to the funeral of my great grandmother. I had been about five years old, barely aware about the concept of death but extremely aware of my surroundings. I noticed how people gathered around our house like it was festival, but nobody was smiling.

But later that evening, while driving back home my dad told me a few stories about her and spoke of how all a person leaves behind is other people’s memory of them. He spoke about the way grandma would spoil him and teach him values. His eyes had been teary. He wasn’t an external emotional man, but now I know that he was extremely sensitive.

“we won’t be seeing her again” my dad had said.
“will you miss her?” I remember asking this while playing with my favourite bow tie.

“of course, I will won’t you?” he chuckled
“sometimes “my dad smiled at my answer.

“Always remember kid, how you treat others- always stays with them. It doesn’t matter what your intention is just make sure that while you are here you make them smile, you give them kindness and always make some good memories, okay?” I remember sad he had looked. I did not like it. I had wanted him to start smiling immediately, so I gave him a mini salute and said enthusiastically “OKAY!” it had made him chuckle.

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