Who did I work with to compose my hiraeth project? Was this a good approach?
I completed it with my own hands. It was really tough to write a whole essay in your own without help, but i managed to finished it. What was the most difficult part of my writing process? Why? What did I do to overcome the obstacles? The most difficult part of my writing process was the introduction. I was struggles how to connect my introduction to my middle part. I had a hard to time to decides what to write as a introduction, but I made it through without thinking hard enough. My introduction might be terrible, but its better than nothing. When did I write this project? Good approach? To be honest, i forgot when i started this project. I guess I started it on Monday at noon, but i only wrote the introduction, then i finished on the due date. Maybe its a good approach for me because at first, i dont have any ideas at all, but between monday and the due date; I've done some thinking of what to writes on my projects so i can add them later Where did I write this project? Good approach? I wrote it in my room. The room was empty, except me and my crappy computer. A bed next to me of course and a water bottle in case of thirsty. Its a good approach because i saw no sign of people talking or making noise, so its was great. Why did I choose to write about my chosen hiraeth? At first, i was going to write about a story about my cousins and i going wild at night playing hide and seek, but I changed my mind when I heard some people was going to tell the story of their grandparents. So i picked my grandparents as a story for my hiraeth project How will I adapt/revise my writing process for future revision of the hiraeth assignment. To make my works better, i need feedbacks from experts, so i know what i did wrong and i will try my best to revise it to be a better one
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On December 18, 2010, a day full of joy and a little bit of sadness. I sat down at the porch’s blue stairs, looking up at the sky and pondering. A sound of cicada has made me remember the time when my grandfather and I used to hang out. The sky seemed to get darker and darker to the point that I could see the sparkle in my eyes as I looking up to the stars. Little kids were running around my yard screaming like a bunch of zebras running away from the lions. A feeling of anxiety and fear surrounded me when the clouds covered the shiny moon. Perhaps, I was worrying about not being able to see my loved ever again. My parents were inside the house having the last conversation with my grandmother. As the sun begun to set, the time we spent with my grandmother slowly drained. The last day until midnight, we spent the most of it packing, and wishing our grandfather was there. As time went by, we packed our belongings and drove all the way to the airport; from there we said our goodbyes to our relative and friends one more time. Off we went to a faraway destination. On the midnight of July, my sisters were preparing for dinner as were are waiting for our family to gathered. My older brother was upstairs playing his computer. My dad was outside fixing our black bike, which was really old one. I was all alone in the corner playing with my coins. My other siblings were watching TV. Suddenly, the silence covered the whole space when the phone rang. My sister picked up the phone call from my uncle and went outside to talk. By the time the call has ended, my sister was really scared and terrified, as the tears running down on her face. Her tone suddenly changed as well. I was scared and desolated when I heard something that I've never wanted to hear. Nobody smiled but everyone cried. After everything that my sister said about our grandfather's condition, we rushed to our grandparents’ house. The wind became stronger as we were trying to get to my grandparents’ house. The memories among my head of my grandfather was significant. It was the moment I started to realize how much I love him. Even though I didn’t see him much because all of the paper works we needed to do to for our immigration. I started to remember how he taught me to read a book and helped my hand writing to improve. I remembered one time when I was a little kid, my sister was mad at me for getting a bad grade in writing class. I was scolded by a teacher when I wrote number nine as a letter G in the alphabet. It was embarrassing to begin with. As the time went by my grandfather bought some books and read them to me every night in his tiny room. The color of the room was blue. The air condition made the room chilly during those summer nights. The bed with four legs was placed in the corner. My grandfather and I looked into each other’s eyes, sitting on the wooden chair, with a dark brown wooden table in front of us. A yellow pencil and a piece of paper laid on the table ready to be used. My grandfather was getting older as I looked at him. His hair was really white. He looked at me and said “I’ll help you with your hand writing”. I was a really quiet person, even now, so I didn’t say anything. His voice was getting softer and softer as he began to speaks. I was really scared at first because I thought I was going to get a punishment. We spent a couple of hours trying to get my hand writing better. As we tried to improve my handwriting, he told me a story about his life when he was young. He told me as much stories as he remembered. He told me a story where he walked home with my mom and waited for her when the school has ended. The road they walked was full of lights hovering above their heads, like Christmas lights. The atmosphere in the room was unforgettable, he told me funny stories and how he met my grandmother. As the conversation went on, we started hearing cicada making noises behind the walls. Suddenly, he stood up and opened the window wide open and he told me to look outside to see the beautiful landscape. The sky was covered in darkness as the moon brighten the houses. The sky was full of stars, as he looked up above, tiny sparkle appeared in his beautiful eyes. It was the best moment of my life that I had spending time with my grandfather, a person I loved the most is now in heaven with God. Even though I wasn’t with him during the last minutes of his life, I bet he would feel the same way too. I remember when I was little, my cousins and I would gathered at my grandparents’ house to have a sleep over and to get ready for a the beach on the next day. We went on vacation once a year when my aunt came home from america for a holiday vacation. On that faithful day, my cousins and I played hide and seek at my grandparents. We were really excited because we rarely see each other often, so we started to play hide and seek, and many other games. It was really dark outside. Since it was about midnight when we started to play hide and seek. It took placed in the very small room; whoever was the seekers has to start from there. There was no light completely dark, if someone were to scare us, we would’ve panicked and ran like someone who have been chased by a dog. But things got a little scarier when we saw a doll was hanging in the middle of the room. It’s creepy because it reminded us a character from Child's Place. It’s a movie that about a doll that was alive and trying to kill humans. Whoever put that up there have no heart at all because it freaked us out when we saw it. Anyways, we continued to play hide and seek because we did not believe that it was going to move or going to hurt us. We were scarred for a while, but it wasn’t big deal, so we played for couple of hours and then got back to the house to pack our belongings for the next day, then we slept for a couple of hours until 4 or 5am, after that we hopped onto the bus and went on an adventure to a faraway destination. When I hear the word Hireath, which I’ve never heard of before. I was totally confused and was curious what its mean, until I google it and found out that the word Hireath is something important in your life that had happened to you and you wanted to go back, but you can’t. It also defined as homesickness tinged with grief or sadness over the lost or departed in Welsh word. I wasn’t uncertain of what I going to write about Hireath. Honestly, I’ve never been homesick before because my family are still with me in a beautiful home full of joy. Sometime things get messy, but we figured something out with the right way to solved it . Even through some of my siblings are separated from us, but were still keeping in touch. Maybe a story about me and my cousins would be considering as a homesickness because we have many memories with each other when we were little kids that I wanted to go back to where it was. I can also make up stories that somewhat connected to my family, which I could add more details into it. Maybe a stories when I and my family gathered together, a stories full of joy and children are running around screaming like a bunch of people who are running away from a dog chase, a story which you want to go back so badly.
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