As I reflected on the topics given to me, my thoughts drifted to memories of my beloved grandmother. She was an interesting old person from a different culture, one that I often visited at her home during Chinese New Year celebrations. I always enjoyed talking to her at these parties, despite the cultural differences that sometimes made me feel uneasy.

One thing that my grandmother always did was give red packets of money to the children at the party. One year, I had been working for a few years and felt like I shouldn't accept the money anymore. But my grandmother insisted, stuffing the money into my pocket with a big smile on her face. I eventually gave in and accepted the gift, knowing how much it meant to her.

But what made these gatherings truly special was the feast that followed. My grandmother would prepare an incredible spread of traditional Chinese dishes, urging us kids to eat as much as we could, despite being slim. She always believed that I wasn't eating enough and would pile more food onto my plate until I felt like I was about to burst.

My grandmother and I had a special bond that transcended our cultural differences. She had taken care of me when I was a child, cooking delicious meals and encouraging me to drink bitter medicine. I was unwell. And while we may have had different personalities and ways of caring for others, we shared a love and appreciation for family and tradition that brought us closer together.

In conclusion, my memories of spending time with my grandmother during Chinese New Year celebrations are treasured moments that I will always cherish. She taught me the importance of family, tradition and togetherness. And I am grateful for the unique experiences she has given me. Despite the differences in our cultures and personalities, our bond is unbreakable and fills me with warmth and gratitude.