At the end, in his dream, “the writer” metaphorically transforms into the stranger and finds his daughter, that image of love and bliss, and feels at peace.
Something very beautiful in this sequence, reminiscent of Chekhov.
I kept wishing my mother would drive faster and faster towards my grandfather’s house.
As we headed towards his home, the memories of the many happy moments we spent together kept crossing my mind and as the thoughts kept coming, I could not help but to feel some intense sadness as tears freely rolled down my cheeks.
When I was 16, almost 17 my boyfriend practically died in my arms and I spent the next year almost isolated and studying all the time. Now, should I mention such a thing in the essay or not? If I do write, it will not sound like I want to be pitied at all because I am a strong person, I never gave up the fight and eventually fully recovered and this will probably show in the essay.
I have always sworn to myself I wouldn't because I have no intentions at all to use his death as a means to get accepted or anything, but sometimes when I am asked to write about me and my life, it inevitably comes to my mind and...
Since I was living with him, my grandfather not only became the most important person in my life, but he was also my best friend with whom I shared my happier times and my sad times.
Each time thoughts of my grandfather crossed my mind, I got a warm feeling in my heart, but all that changed the moment I received the saddest news that completely confused me; the news of my grandfather’s death.
dg —- As the stranger pushed open his door at the Longhorn Motel, the writer noticed the befuddled grin.
“Oh, this is the wrong…,” the man muttered, trailing off and backing out.