While there were part of enthusiasts, there were also a part of not-so-responsive.
or maybe it's not that they are NOT, perhaps they didn't express it.
Although i have to admit that all the activities screwed up somehow,
but it was the smiles on their faces, their claps, their attention that kept me going.
at least i know what i'm doing was worth it.
This event had also help me realise how lousy my hokkien is.
Maybe i haven't been spending much time with my grandma...
The karaoke was good though it was tough to find songs, create atmosphere...
I hope they did enjoy themselves...
I have always wondered if they knew they were actually staying in the old folks home.
Sending parents to the old folks home had always been a reality vs moral struggle.
It's inevitable yet realistic, we're bound to face this situation someday.
So is it really that under certain circumstances, it's acceptable to send parents to Old folks home?
Have you ever wondered all those that you saw today,
were grandparents or someone that saw you as a baby 18 years ago?
Aren't we, as a daughter/son of your parents,
Look After Our Own.
Here, a summary of my Literature text, (short story anthology)
We Look After Our Own by Kath Walker
We look after our own is a descriptive story which is based on an old ,dying man and his daughter’s point of view. The story is well described with lots of vocabulary and emotions.
The story started of with the old man’s point of view at the same time describing the setting of the story. He recalled the times where he was a big man with lots of energy. His thoughts were interrupted when his daughter calls for him. The old man then realized how much weight his daughter had lost and how the burden she had had made her hot- tempered.
Her husband was worried for their health and decided to send the old man to a nursing home
The day came quick where the old man was to be sent away. The daughter was reluctant yet agreed to send him away
“We look after our own!” she cried
She added,” but I can’t bear to watch my father die”.
The story ended sadly.
She bent her head to listen as the town’s church bells called and pealed, summoning the Christians to prayer, to mourn, to remember, a son, a father and a past crucifixion.
If i'm not wrong there is an element of Racism,
the nursing home did not accept him because he was a black,
and everyone else in the home was white.
The sister thought he wouldn't fit.
So i think in the end he died in her daughter's care.
Correct me if i'm wrong, people!
I'm not a good lit student, please pardon me! hehe
Today is special, so notice the font is bigger. (:
Lastly, I would like to thank ALL people who made this event possible.
My clique, Thanks you all for coming down!! =DD I LOVE Y'ALL!
'Isham, Thanks for your support and criticism that pushed me forward
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