Legacy

"Is this the will that Grandpa wanted for us? For me? I have received it..."

A familiar tint of amethyst above us... Above me. It's just too familiar. It ain't the first time I've seen this. My 'awakening' naturally rose from within me. I felt a sense of endeavor... and of courage. Maybe it was time when two of me finally integrate as one... Maybe my flaws and baneful sins are differentiated from the reasons for my resolve. Either way, I shall forever salute my respect to my grandfather:. I hope my father can and will success his legacy. I certainly hope my father and aunt will never dispute over minute inheritances. What is money? How does its value surpass our kins? How is it even important when the cash-loaded person is dead? Death is a black flame on a person's money which scorches him when he touches it. I'm sure... No... I assure my grandfather understood that life is more powerful than money... Resolve empowers, not wealth. I don't think I met my father more than... thrice. I can vaguely recall when he came to attend my uncle's funeral. He was very depressed, but could still manage a smile and persevere and move on rather than see otherwise and give up in life. I respect him for that... I was still a very young child. I think I was only 6 years old when I met him once. Then the second time was on this year; last month, my father brought us to pay him a visit after learning about his tumor. His voice was almost destroyed. As he speak, I heard the crackling gurgles from within his throat. He was in pain. My younger brother was like a hopelessly geeky moron hoping to return home as soon as possible to play his goddamn "Team Fortress 2" with friends. My father tried hard to find ways of comforting grandpa and bringing up conversations and stuff... My mother sat beside me, cautiously watching over ME so as to silence me, when whatever I say seems wrong and sinful in her eyes and ears. My elder brother was indifferent; he sat there silently, daydreaming of some things I cannot comprehend. I stuck to my conventional style of observing the setting, atmosphere and situation of then... My grandpa lived in a government-subsidized one-room flat. He was poor, and had to rely heavily on medication to soothe and deaden the pain. Occasionally he brewed traditional Chinese medicine which could cure his 'chi'. He looked a lot like my own father with the exception of their noses: My father had a pointy nose, while my grandpa had a flatter nose. Ironically, my father's nose was pointed and he once told us that people who lie WILL have pointy noses, which really contradicts his self-acclaimed integrity. Whereas he said my grandpa was a heavy gambler and uneducated man who lost his wealth due to a big-time business con; HE COULDN'T READ! The third time was also my last... I met my grandpa in hospital, where he personally invited me and my aunts in. My mother and younger brother had to wait outside. He spoke in Hokkien in an almost-incomprehensible voice. Obviously I couldn't fathom it; it was fortunate of me that my aunts understood my inability to understand Hokkien and thus translated whatever he said to me. According to my aunt... He told me that I seem to be the more, or most(I can't remember) confident youth among us, his grandchildren. He said I remind him of my late-uncle. Then he went on saying many stuffs he find hilarious... Until when it came to... "Unlike your uncle, you have EDUCATION. Use this as an opportunity and not a setback. Your uncle had not the opportunity for a proper education. I hope you cherish what you have now and not regret losing it later..." The grief wasn't as painful to me as my father and aunts. I met him only thrice. I barely heard of his name, but it wasn't grief; it was guilt. Guilt had shrouded my past sins. Why had I never considered how my father felt whenever I did something foolish? Why had I never thought of how my parents would feel before I did them disappointment? The 'awakening' is still in me. I see it not just as a potential; I see it as myself. My grandpa left us... He left my father and aunts insurance claims... I think. He also left me with his legacy; The will of Will. His will that my will will never falter. His last wishes that I will never waver. His hopes that I will fight until the very end. I have received it. I have accepted it. I will not disappoint you too, grandpa. You can watch over me in Heaven, for I promise(for real) that I will never fail you. Your legacy shall never be forgotten. I promise.

"Acception, Affiliation."