A Day I’ll Never Forget
“Get out of the truck,” my mom said in a low voice. I opened the door, hopped out, and slammed the door rudely. I was having a bad day. We walked in. I felt a gloomy feeling. I was trying to hold back my tears, but I couldn’t. I didn’t like to cry. It was a couple of minutes later when I felt the salty tears run down my face. I sat down.
Then I started to remember the first time I walked into the hospital, into the elevator, and up to the second floor. It was the ICU and it was time to see my grandpa. I loved my grandpa. He was so excited to see me. All he could say was the name he called me, “MIJA, MIJA, MIJA.” I also started to remember seeing him hooked up to the machines, and the doctors talking about what would happen when he was gone. We knew he was dying. I hated to hear the bad new. Seeing him laying in the bed and everyone surrounding his bed was like torture. And I couldn’t do anything.
“Hannah, are you OK?” My mom asked, trying not to cry.
“Yeah mom, I’m fine. I just miss grandpa.” I said looking at the ground and trying to stop crying.
The funeral started.
“Here we are at the funeral of Julian Esquivel Sr. to come together and comfort the family. We know he’s in a better place now. Please take a moment of silence to pray for Julian Esquivel Sr.” the preacher said, trying to make his words sound comforting. But it just wasn’t.
I looked over at my Tia, and she was crying. “Mom can I go give Tia a hug?” I asked.
“Sure,” my mom said sadly. The hug was very sweet and warm. Then I went back to my seat. We listened for a couple more minutes. Then it was over. It was all over. I was relieved, but I will never forget that day in a million years.