My Grandma’s Story: A Mother’s Day Tribute of Strength, Sacrifice, and Love
My grandma is the person dearest to my heart. She traveled a long way to care for my mother and me when I was born, leaving a warm southern city in China for a cold, damp Midwestern town. I was born in October, and for three months she endured the harsh weather, which worsened her arthritis and eventually forced her to return home. When I was just three months old, Grandma left. Soon after, my mother suffered a sudden mental breakdown and had to be hospitalized. My father, unable to care for a newborn, a ten-year-old son, and a sick wife all at once, sent us back to my mother’s hometown. That was when Grandma stepped in. The Woman Who Held Everything Together Grandma took in all three of us and managed a large, complex household with remarkable strength and grace. She had endured twelve pregnancies in her life, raising nine children, though heartbreak followed her: three of her children died young. Six had grown to adulthood. Our home was full: multiple generations, four ...
