This I Believe
Introduction:
I wrote this essay on May 13th, 2013. It's one of my English projects this semester. We wrote an essay for what we believe in, and then recorded our voice of reading the essay and made a video out of it.
Reflection:
I think the hardest part for me is to find events support my belief. I worked on that for a long time. I like the story I put in here. And if I can do it a second time, I will find better images for my video. From this essay, I learned how to use my words precisely and I know writing isn't a very easy thing, it requires lots of thinking.
I wrote this essay on May 13th, 2013. It's one of my English projects this semester. We wrote an essay for what we believe in, and then recorded our voice of reading the essay and made a video out of it.
Reflection:
I think the hardest part for me is to find events support my belief. I worked on that for a long time. I like the story I put in here. And if I can do it a second time, I will find better images for my video. From this essay, I learned how to use my words precisely and I know writing isn't a very easy thing, it requires lots of thinking.
Special One
I believe that to the world you may only be a person, but to a person you may be the world.
I am a fifteen-year-old Chinese girl who studying in an American high school. I am very lucky because my parents are unlike those traditional Chinese parents; they are more open-minded. My mom and I chat a lot. We are more like friends than mother and daughter. We like to talk about my father. To my mom, my dad means everything to her.
Twenty years ago, my mom was a hotel receptionist in Shandong Province, and meanwhile, my dad was a tourist guide in Shanghai Province. There seemed to be no intersections between their lives. But the reason they met was because one of my dad’s tourists groups checked in the hotel where my mom worked at. That’s how it starts.
When my mom was young, like very young, twenty years ago, she was quite beautiful. (My dad said so, I would never know.) At that time, lots of people wanted to date my mom, my dad was one of them. He didn't stand out at all. He wasn’t the richest one or the most handsome one. However, he was the most thoughtful one. There’s once, during the spring festival, my dad visited my grandparents’ house. My dad cleaned their house, helped them to cook, even fed their cats. He did everything he could in order to show he deserves my mom and he loves her. My grandparents were happy, my mom was happy too. That’s how they got married, all because of his thoughtfulness. I guess it’s like the Chinese say, when you love someone; you also love the people around that person. That’s true love.
And here comes the story, the story I have heard millions of time: After they got married, my mom still couldn’t cook. So she had to learn how to cook. It was tough. Every time she tried to cook, no matter how bad it tasted, my dad would eat all of it. My mom knew how awful it was. I asked my dad what if she had never learned to cook. He said, “Then…I would cook for her. I chose her because I love her and everything about her. I don’t want her to change because of me.”
William Shakespeare once said, “The course of true love never did run smooth.” True love isn’t just two people being together, it’s more than that. From my parents I learned that true love requires care, sacrifice, loyalty and toleration. I hope that I can mean everything to someone in the future, just like what my dad means to my mom.
I believe everyone is special to someone and everyone is someone’s world. And that person will come eventually; it’s only a matter of time.
By Kathy Chen
I am a fifteen-year-old Chinese girl who studying in an American high school. I am very lucky because my parents are unlike those traditional Chinese parents; they are more open-minded. My mom and I chat a lot. We are more like friends than mother and daughter. We like to talk about my father. To my mom, my dad means everything to her.
Twenty years ago, my mom was a hotel receptionist in Shandong Province, and meanwhile, my dad was a tourist guide in Shanghai Province. There seemed to be no intersections between their lives. But the reason they met was because one of my dad’s tourists groups checked in the hotel where my mom worked at. That’s how it starts.
When my mom was young, like very young, twenty years ago, she was quite beautiful. (My dad said so, I would never know.) At that time, lots of people wanted to date my mom, my dad was one of them. He didn't stand out at all. He wasn’t the richest one or the most handsome one. However, he was the most thoughtful one. There’s once, during the spring festival, my dad visited my grandparents’ house. My dad cleaned their house, helped them to cook, even fed their cats. He did everything he could in order to show he deserves my mom and he loves her. My grandparents were happy, my mom was happy too. That’s how they got married, all because of his thoughtfulness. I guess it’s like the Chinese say, when you love someone; you also love the people around that person. That’s true love.
And here comes the story, the story I have heard millions of time: After they got married, my mom still couldn’t cook. So she had to learn how to cook. It was tough. Every time she tried to cook, no matter how bad it tasted, my dad would eat all of it. My mom knew how awful it was. I asked my dad what if she had never learned to cook. He said, “Then…I would cook for her. I chose her because I love her and everything about her. I don’t want her to change because of me.”
William Shakespeare once said, “The course of true love never did run smooth.” True love isn’t just two people being together, it’s more than that. From my parents I learned that true love requires care, sacrifice, loyalty and toleration. I hope that I can mean everything to someone in the future, just like what my dad means to my mom.
I believe everyone is special to someone and everyone is someone’s world. And that person will come eventually; it’s only a matter of time.
By Kathy Chen