Angkong means grandfather in chinese..
i used to call him that because we we're chinese and he was to.
(me:half chinese, my angkong is full chinese)
the story started, few months ago
when my angkong is really in a bad situation, he was admitted 4 times in the hospital.. it cost alot but it doesn't matter. its the life of my angkong were talking here,he really suffer because of his sickness.. i think he has a cancer, his cancer were developing since i was a child and now it reach to its end... one morning when i was playing games in my computer. my angkong was coughing blood and i am comfortable with that because i thought that it would heal but not for long when he said to my mother " i saw a child, there behind me" then my mother told angkong "there isn't a child there.. " but when my mom realized that its time that my angkong would die...because these little child were a family of ours (cousins that had died) and was sent by God to fetch angkong. at 12:45 i said to my mother " ma, why do u need to cry?! angkong would live he would live i know for sure, this is not the end" and i went to my angkong's room. i saw angkong lying down on my bed, sleeping peacefully... and i stroke his hair and said "i love you" to him
as i went outside and talk to my mom. our maid and my aunt when to my angkong's room and look at him with pain. but then they saw angkong rise up, he wants to tell something that he can say it because its hard form him to talk and he fell down at that very moment and died. we all cried... and cried.. because we remembered how much love angkong gaved us, he gaved us money if it's our birthday and disciplined us, he gaved us food if were hungry , we watch tv together but we knew that he's with jesus right now and he's in my god's hand. and im happy for that.
i used to call him that because we we're chinese and he was to.
(me:half chinese, my angkong is full chinese)
the story started, few months ago
when my angkong is really in a bad situation, he was admitted 4 times in the hospital.. it cost alot but it doesn't matter. its the life of my angkong were talking here,he really suffer because of his sickness.. i think he has a cancer, his cancer were developing since i was a child and now it reach to its end... one morning when i was playing games in my computer. my angkong was coughing blood and i am comfortable with that because i thought that it would heal but not for long when he said to my mother " i saw a child, there behind me" then my mother told angkong "there isn't a child there.. " but when my mom realized that its time that my angkong would die...because these little child were a family of ours (cousins that had died) and was sent by God to fetch angkong. at 12:45 i said to my mother " ma, why do u need to cry?! angkong would live he would live i know for sure, this is not the end" and i went to my angkong's room. i saw angkong lying down on my bed, sleeping peacefully... and i stroke his hair and said "i love you" to him
as i went outside and talk to my mom. our maid and my aunt when to my angkong's room and look at him with pain. but then they saw angkong rise up, he wants to tell something that he can say it because its hard form him to talk and he fell down at that very moment and died. we all cried... and cried.. because we remembered how much love angkong gaved us, he gaved us money if it's our birthday and disciplined us, he gaved us food if were hungry , we watch tv together but we knew that he's with jesus right now and he's in my god's hand. and im happy for that.
Author's information::
-Hanah Tan
-Age 13 , schooled at davao christian high school , i lived in Philippines , davao city
25 sigma st. dona vicenta village
