Respect your Elders

let us tell you about the story of loves and how to make your relationship more beautiful with friends and family members. Yes, no matter how long the distance is between us, we will share a special bond with our loved one. When my mother-in-law was still alive, I could not even ask her to talk to me. But now I can easily call her when I am in a hurry or upset. So, now, this is the first time in my life that my children are older than me, what if they say hello to me?

Yes, I love my family very much, and I will never forget them. For example, as I was doing business with some old clients in Japan, that day my grandmother came back from work late, and she looked tired. My aunt asked her, 'Why don't you tell me something about your trip?' She said it must be a few days, 'I just got out of Tokyo.' I was very surprised because it seemed like she'd been there for a year. 'How long have you been here?' she asked. She went on to explain that she had been stuck in Japan since the war began, and that she had returned home safely after going overland by plane. She hadn't seen her son before he left for college, but she knew him well; she called him "our boy," who was at university in Paris to study architecture and architecture. A big sigh of relief escaped her lips. I was so happy to hear that my cousin's wife heard that we had met up again. That night, my little sister and I came to stay with grandma, so I decided we would get together. We went into town, and got ready to buy a new bicycle and go on an adventure to see our relatives. It was raining heavily in the streets of Hiroshima, and a cloud of smoke hid behind a wall or under the door. Suddenly I saw it, a dark shadow that moved quickly and silently across the street, towards the opposite end of the alley. There was a small group of people walking along the road, and suddenly a girl in a red dress stepped out into the rain, trying desperately to walk backwards. The only sound I could hear was the voice behind. Then all the sudden everything stopped. No longer did any sound come from the city. Only silence followed. All around, as far as possible away, were only the walls, buildings and cars. At the same time, the scene seemed clear in front of me. As though someone had put a wet towel on a window, and then wiped the window-panes. Just under a light flash of a camera flash was my aunt's face appearing on the screen. Her smile was replaced. Looking into history books, I thought the person had been arrested, and I was told later that she was held captive for three months by the Japanese Imperial Army. They took her and put a tag on her wrist with his number written on it. This is my grandfather. He died, and so was his grandson. However, now it has been five years. Grandpa was sent by the government to live alone in New Jersey after the war ended and he died of illness in 2019, but the name written on his wrist doesn't seem to change, and that is not only mine but everyone's grandfather.

Grandpa was one of those who were sent to prison and didn't want to leave. During the Korean War, he worked as a houseman, and then went home, where he stayed until he was thirty-five, and then he returned to the United States and worked in California as an engineer, until he moved to Alaska, where he was finally diagnosed with lung cancer. His last wish was to take care of my uncle and nephew, and although he was dead by this point, his wishes were always respected. Because of my grandfather, I know my great-grandmother really loves me, because she taught me how to respect others' time. Even if no one sees me, I always thank them for helping me. If I can do anything nice for them, then I should be proud. Since I was young, my father and mother have insisted on taking holidays with my brother and his family, which is usually very hard for us to manage. Recently, my parents have taken a break from their usual holiday plans and decided that they would spend Christmas and New Year separately. With their separate schedules, I will miss seeing each other. I am looking forward to spending most of the time with my family during New Year, while also receiving my blessings from the ancestors I know my family's history from.

My grandmother has been living alone for many years by herself, and she has been quiet and reserved, too much, and lost her sense of self. Her mind didn't stop thinking about death every now and then, and a deep sorrow rose in her heart. Sometimes when she walked the stairs, she would say to herself a strange thing like, 'I'm sorry for myself. Why should I ever go outside again?' After several years, she retired and lived quietly for a few more years until she died from pneumonia. I learned a lot from her, such as she wanted to live a fulfilled life. Some things are good not to give up, and she realized the importance of holding onto your dreams by sticking to them.