All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Tears of Kaytso
You love someone but they move on. This is what happened to me, one day my mom had decided we should go visit our great grandma so I agreed because I wanted to see her so bad so when we got all of our stuff ready, I started thinking about the times when she taught me so many things. She has taught me how to bead, sew, and a lot of stuff no one could have taught me. When we were on the road, I knew it was going to be a long ride, if you drive really fast, it would take you six hours, but if you drive really slow, it would take you awhile about ten to eleven hours, but at a regular speed around 50 to 60 mph, it would take you at least eight hours. Sometimes, I would stay up throughout the whole trip but if I was tired, I would sleep part of the way. When we arrived my grandma’s house, I heard “you’re here!!” from all my cousins and my grandma, I responded first and said “ you’re here??” to my cousins. They looked at me and said “we’re here because we thought grandma was going to be alone” I said “oh” and walked in, hugging them all. My mom asked, “if her dad was here” everybody responded “he left a while ago because he was afraid to face you after what he had did when you were small.” She made a confused face and thought what could she have possibly done to her own father. As she thought about it, she told Mayra to go around and hug everybody, she hugged them as well. When the sun went down, I watch as my grandma cooked stew and Taylor, my cousin, made fry bread, I ask if they wanted help and they both responded “no.” I said ok and went into the room. I saw my mom sitting on the bed and thinking I ask her “What are you thinking about now?” she said “When should we visit our great grandma?” I told her “Whenever, but I was thinking tomorrow?” she looked at me with an expression that I have never seen before and her expression was surprised on how I wanted to see my great grandma so much. When she was speechless for a while, she asked me “Why do you want to see her so badly? I have never seen a granddaughter so excited in my life!” “Well it’s just that she means so much to me, when I asked her about her early days of her life, she would be so grateful to tell me the stories, and I would listen to her because I know she will not be here for my whole entire life, I just have so much passion for her.” I responded to my mom. She started to cry the fact that I have a lot of feeling towards my elders, she knew right then and now I will care for all elders to this world which I do. After my mom and I were chatting in the bedroom, my grandma Lucy said “EAT” so as we washed up a thought came in my head wondering,
“What I will ask her, what will she teach me, will it be something new I have not learned or heard before?”
Those thoughts revolved through my head like a thunder pounding and the lighting crackling in a storm of wonder and when the thought of brightness came, the sun would pop out beneath the clouds of wonder. I see this world as an elderly learning society your grandparents teach you something and when one reaches the same age as my great grandmother, you will soon be a teacher to the adolescence. When tomorrow came, the sun came out and I walk to the kitchen. I asked myself what should we eat. Cooking is one of my hobbies and like my great grandma said “Coloring the weaving board should be like how we cook, we don’t know what will come next just paint your pan, put the colors in them as you go, then you will have a meal” as I cooked, everyone smelt the air as it went around their nose like the fog attracting the mountain and what mother earth has given us. When they all walked to the kitchen, they see me slaving over the stove like the water not wanted to go away from the earth. Then I stood there staring at all the sleepy heads that chose to stay up late, knowing they have no school, or work the next morning. When finally Mayra, my sister spoke “You’re up early?” “Yes I am” I said “WHY?!?” she asked “I don’t want to wake up and find out that our grandma is hungry when we know that everybody will be too lazy to cook for her.” I responded, she looked at me as if she had seen a ghost from the past. But instead, she walked toward the living room and just sat down at the same time looking at the floor as if she was a doll of the living past. When I told everyone to eat, they jumped up immediately like a bunch of hyenas crawling for starvation. After we were down eating, I told my mom “When are we going to go to see our great grandma” she hesitated and spoke “Maybe during the afternoon but we’ll see” I said ok and walked outside, as I walked, I saw a familiar vehicle coming in our drive way thinking it was someone else, right when the car drove up, I saw my grandpa Gilbert get out of the truck and said “Hello?? Where are your mother and grandma?” I responded with a sigh “they’re in the house talking...” he gave me a hug and went inside, a few minutes later, my sister walked out of the house when she walked right pass, I started laughing because she didn’t even notice me, when she turned around, she saw me laughing away and said “how long were you standing there?” “When you passed” I responded. She looked at me and gazed, probably thinking in her head ‘liar” but not saying anything, I said “yup, you passed looking really mad.” “I was not mad, I was bored. Gilbert and mom are just talking about worked and our grades, nothing interesting”. I looked at her and said nothing. The front door opened and my mom came out, she looked at both of us with a mean expression on her face, then all of a sudden, her expression change and said “let’s go” we both stood there and said “where” “to your great grandma’s house where else?” Without responding back, I jumped in the truck and was ready to see her again. When we were all in the truck and we saw Gilbert going to his truck, our mom finally spoke “grandma is having a health problem..” as she looked down, I was confused about what she said. She looked up and spoke again “last week before we came down, they said she had collapse but she was ok, after that, she didn’t have another one” when I heard about that, I wished I could stay down here longer to take care of her.

Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.