"Rules of the Game" by Amy Tan

“Rules of the Game”

I read the story, “Rules of the Game” by Amy Tan and it was talking about a little girl who had good bond with her mother. Her name was Waverly Jong, a Chinese girl. The little girl’s family lived in San Francisco, California. They lived on the house above of the Chinese bakery.  In each morning and noon, they will be always smelled from baking the breads.  That was how they awake up. And they watched the Chinese kid playing around on the alley.  The little girl didn’t think their family as poor, but as an average.  Waverly Jong knew who was the best doctor and it was important to her. She and her brother were always to be together. They loved to search and find something that will profit them. On the street, Chinese usually shouted for a fish. However, Waverly Jong’s family doesn’t trust anyone because in the past, they had a bad experience. While that, the parents had been taught them the between of good and bad. One time, she asked her mother what was Chinese torture? Her mother was upset because it had been mistaking views of Chinese. She explained to her daughter that Chinese do many things such as businessmen, researcher medicine, and painter. Not lazy as American people. She believed that the toture is the best method to teach children a lesson.

            Waverly Jong loved to play the chess.  She was sick of her mother because mother kept winning against her. She decided to meet the old man who sat on the public bench. He taught her to be a better chess player. She played on the location chess team and won. She was on the newspaper. Her mother was happy and bragging about her. Unfortunately, Waverly Jong had decided to escape away from her mother because she was so annoying.

From: A Gift of Laughter" by Allan Sherman

I really like this story because it shows sad, happy, and confusing. It was about a child, Robbie. He was painting a picture of his dad, a wierd-looking creature with one ear three ties as big as the other, one green eye and one red; the head was pear-shaped, and the face needed a shave. He decided to show it to his dad, but his dad was talking to his wife about finical problems. For some reason, dad ignored his own son. Robbie threw the picture to the floor, ran to his room, and slammed the door. He cried because he thought that his dad doesn't care. However, the sound of slammed the door reminded his dad in the past about his grandmother. When Robbie's dad was a child, he heard his grandmother say she needed a football. He also heard her tell my mother there was going to be a party tonight for the whole family. He decided to get football for his grandmother. But his mother laughed, explained him that his grandmother wanted a fruit bowl, not a football. Robbie's dad ran away and slammed the door. But his grandmother put the football on the fruit bowl, showed that she love it because from a child is beautiful, anything.

I think anyone who is a grandmother has more experience than anyone. I like the part that Robbie's dad's comment, “You stand there by the door, and pray they won't let you go, because you have no place to go, and if they don't want you, who does?”. It is true because that is the part of life. It reminded me also, I once draw an ugly face picture and gave it to my mom. My mom laughed and kept my painting picture. She said that any I made is beautiful.