Hello readers! The piece of text you are encountering in the near future the is the result of my "family" prewriting activity. This is a part of my 3rd quarter workshop leading up to the memoir (can be read here). In this assignment, we were tasked to write about our family member's small gestures and what they could possibly mean. These gesture would include sighs, laughers, cries, or hugs. My go to choice was sighs. A gesture that appeared quite often in my family throughout the Covid Age.
This is a relatively short piece so please enjoy and analyze it however you want.
Thank you for reading.
A small, short exhaustion slowly travelled through a long and narrow windpipe and out by the mouth. A small yet significant gesture people call sighs. An indication for many things on that person’s mind. The change in time or mood can affect how the sighs come out. It is a unique feature in everyone on planet Earth. My family goes by that theory. There are a total of 4 members in my family, each with a unique sigh. My father has a heavy and strong sigh. Each time it comes out, you know he is tired, mostly from arguing with me or my sister. Jokes on you, the sigh only comes out when we are winning. He has no option but to sigh, accept our argument, and move on. With the presence of my sister escaping from the sudden spreading of Covid-19 in the United Kingdom, the rate of my father’s sighs increased from once a month to once a week. Mostly due to the influence of my omniscient and all-knowing sister supporting my arguments. Moving on to my sister, she had a different approach to sighs compared to my father. Since the moment she flew back from the United Kingdom, I have been inviting her to play games with me. Of course, when gaming, we win and lose. Sighs would be heard when she made a dumb mistake that resulted in a defeat. The many battles to the death throughout the night would cause this gesture and give us disappointments. Biologically, my sister got the habit from someone. That someone is my mother. In the Covid age, office worker’s environment shifted from the normal small square room into a moderately size dining room. A butt load of nauseating work came along with it. My mother dealt with these using sighs. Calls and meeting flooded my mother’s calendar. She had business meeting all day long. Occasionally during lunch time, mother would finish one of her calls and respond to it with exhaustion. Short, sharp, and devastating describes my mother’s sighs. Seeing how she works 24, 7,365, this was reasonable. Moving to the last person of my family, me. Exhaustion from the overwhelming amount and the unreasonable action my school does, long and soft sighs can be heard from me all the time. The rate of this small gesture increased throughout the age of Covid-19 for my family. These sighs show how my family is coping with this insanely mutative virus and how depressive and empty my family is.
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