My Hero is a person that most people relate to as a frail, old and simple person. However, this in fact is quite the opposite for my hero who in fact contradicts this idea. She is none other than my grandmother, Doris Wee. There is more than meets the eye to her, as she is in fact a strong woman who enjoys the thrill of attaining perfection. This characteristic often led to making simple things such as stir-frying some beef an incredibly complex and tedious task. However, she would always kill two birds with one stone.
Since young I have been taken care by my grandmother as both my parents were too busy at work. She always walked with me to my kinder garden and made sure I had access to anything that could improve my welfare. Since young I have always been very slow at learning anything, and whenever I did not know how to do any simple mathematics question I would ask her to help me. She would then drill the solution to the sum into my head until I knew it as if it was at the back of my palm. This was probably due to her character as a perfectionist, and even though working with her was painstaking, it was a trait that I had admired which inspired me to become just like her. This trait has also helps me now, as whenever I have completed a task, I would always remind myself about my grandmother and sharpen the saw.
There have been many events that my grandmother has helped me with, and even though I have forgotten about some of them, there would always be one memory that is imprinted into my mind. It happened when I was a toddler attending kinder garden. Back then I was a child who despised being alone with a crowd of adults, as to me their size was terrifying. Out of fear, I would just burst out into tears and wail like a baby while bashing any adult that had crossed my path whether they were hostile or not.
The kinder garden teachers could never calm me down and for the whole day my cries would haunt the school like a ghostly wail, as bruises were inflicted unto the teachers. This carried on until one day, while I was wailing and flailing my arms around, I saw a blur image. I wiped my tears to see who it was and there was my grandmother standing in front of me smiling. The smile on her face caused me to suck up my tears and clam down. It was as if an angry beast had finally stopped rampaging. This marked the beginning of my grandmother accompanying me to school everyday. She would always
be with me at any activity, whether it was playing or eating, always watching me from afar and making sure I would not get myself injured. She would always be there whether it was rain or shine. Even when she had hurt a hand while cleaning the fan, she still accompanied me despite the rest she needed and the pain she felt. Regardless of how tired or busy she was she would always come and not show her grumpy face towards me.
It was only after a year did I realize how selfish I was. My grandmother had given up her time just so that I would not act like a brat and I did not appreciate it one bit. This was a wake up call for me and from that day onwards I promised myself I would not cry just because I was scared.
Hero’s are those who help others despite any given situation and not just because they have superpowers. My grandmother had sacrificed her time just to accompany me to school and to me she displayed the greatest quality of a hero. Self sacrifice.