While I was cleaning the messy room, I found a picture of my grandma. I placed my grandma’s picture in a pretty, small, brown portrait in front of my bed, while I remembered her and how we used to talk about life. Later on that day, while my mom was driving to pick my dad up from work, I asked my dad about his grandparents. He really struggled to answer. “I barely remember them! I think that my great grandma 's name was Luisa and my great grandpa I don’t remember exactly”, he said. I asked the same question to my mom, but she was more lost than my dad. “Mom, dad, how could you live like that” I said! I was angry and upset at some point. How can I learn about them? How did they look like? Did I look like them? What am I going to say to my future family? My mom told me that they never thought to ask them these details about their ancestors. After the talk with my parents I decide to look for more pictures of my grandma, I went back to the …show more content…
I know that my family has made some mistakes in their past, but I am willing to change the course of my future. This is important to me because memories, pictures, and some personal advice for some people could be considered a fortune. Anyone can write advice to help others, but that advice is not always the best option. The advice coming from someone closer can be more trustworthy , since they could have been in the same difficult situation. By reading our ancestor’s words, we can can feel their true feelings. Pictures have the same value as a diary, by looking at our ancestor’s faces, personally the pictures of my grandma, I could see her happiness and enthusiasm for life. I am really looking forward to teaching my family to keep records of our memories as a tradition. Although I’m not willing to give up on this idea, I will start making an album with pictures of my family, siblings, and maybe a picture of a guitar so they can see that I wanted to play the guitar. I wonder if they will find my essay by looking at my personal papers, an essay that my English teacher Mr. Swanlund is making me do, and maybe they will laugh about it. I am also afraid that my future family will forget to follow our memories tradition. Maybe they will lose our pictures or they will just believe it is just another boring and old tradition. What will happen if they never pass all our memories to the