Personal Narrative: The Game Of Chess
In chess, the objective of the game is to defeat the enemy forces while protecting your king piece. The other pieces have to sacrifice their lives to protect the king. My grandfather was a philosopher; he taught me that life is like a game of chess. We are born as kings, protected by the pawns, the knights, the bishops, the rooks, and the queen. The other game pieces represent the society who will protect the newborn king so that they will prosper when they grow old. As we grow we must pass down our throne to the next generation; to the new king who we must protect. During his time period, chess was the most flourishing game in town and he would recite his beliefs to all his challengers. His challengers were marvelled by his skills and he remained undefeated until death. “Checkmate, I win.” “One day, I will beat you Dad!” he swore. I was
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He did not eat or sleep for days. She died in a hit and run incident. One day, I challenged him in a game of chess as an emotional solace. He hesitated, at first, whimpering as he moved the pawn pieces. I asked him, “What if I told you, if you defeat the current king, me, you can become the next one. As king, you can have all the happiness you want until you are defeated by another challenger.” After that day, I never went a day without playing a game of chess. He would storm into my room, place the shabby chess board that my grandfather passed down to me onto the wooden table next to my bed, and wait for me to make the first move. Some days he would crash into my bedside drawer, knock down my medicine bottles and drop the chess board. Today, it is different. “Dad, let’s play again,” he asked. “That’s odd, you usually would run out of the room disappointed by now.” “I overheard the nurses and-” “Say no more, let’s play,” I answered. Every game, I would move the E2 pawn two spaces forward and he would counter by moving his E7 pawn in front my
He did not eat or sleep for days. She died in a hit and run incident. One day, I challenged him in a game of chess as an emotional solace. He hesitated, at first, whimpering as he moved the pawn pieces. I asked him, “What if I told you, if you defeat the current king, me, you can become the next one. As king, you can have all the happiness you want until you are defeated by another challenger.” After that day, I never went a day without playing a game of chess. He would storm into my room, place the shabby chess board that my grandfather passed down to me onto the wooden table next to my bed, and wait for me to make the first move. Some days he would crash into my bedside drawer, knock down my medicine bottles and drop the chess board. Today, it is different. “Dad, let’s play again,” he asked. “That’s odd, you usually would run out of the room disappointed by now.” “I overheard the nurses and-” “Say no more, let’s play,” I answered. Every game, I would move the E2 pawn two spaces forward and he would counter by moving his E7 pawn in front my