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A thin crusted pie with a glazed, orange sweet potato filling rests on the plaid table cloth. The sugary aroma dissipates throughout the kitchen, dressed with spices, a Tony Sachery cookbook, cast iron skillets, and Magnetite pots and pans. The pie rests between an elderly woman, with wide glasses, on one side of the table and the teary child she attempts to console seated on the other side. That young boy is me, and the old woman was my confidant, my mentor, my friend, and my “Grandma,” Mrs. Agnes James.
When I was younger, my parents sent my brother and me to my grandparent’s house for much of the summer. As a result, Grandma had a significant role in raising me, teaching me not only through her words, but also through her actions. As the daughter of sharecroppers, she placed a special emphasis on work ethic, always reminiscing and discussing her jobs as lunchroom cook, factory worker, mother, and caregiver in her early life. She would always sit me down, look me in the eyes and say, “Work hard so you can take care of your family,” but I never realized the gravity of her statement until I arrived home one day and noticed a plate of crisp honey-baked ham and Cajun rice on the kitchen counter for me, despite her being bedridden that morning with leg pains, shivers, and cold sweats. Then I realized the whole meaning behind her actions - her being, and her ethic was for others, and I quickly applied those values to my life, doing as much as I can in school, participating in debate to be politically educated for others, and joining the Community Service Leadership Corp to directly affect others through projects and mission trips.
We had a long conversation, about my performance during my junior year, girls, and life in general. She ended her conversation by saying, “Do your best, ya hear? You have a bright future ahead of you,” and going back to sleep. Those were the last words I heard from my Grandma. When I received the news that she died that cold February 12th day, I instantly remembered her final words to me and began to reflect on how I fell behind my first semester of junior year. I chose to only do debate, my grades were slipping, and I was getting in more trouble with my family. Instantly, I realized I had forgotten what my Grandma taught me those warm summer days. After reflection, I was resolute to create that bright future my Grandmother envisioned. My second semester of junior year became my best in every way possible, and I believe I owe it to Grandma to embrace the bright future she saw for me.