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big project that was due before the semester ended. It was a big deal for me, and I felt lost and depressed. I didn’t show it, but I felt like I was digging myself into a hole, and it was getting deeper as time went by. I contributed with what I could and attended culmination. I wanted to cry during every second of it.
My aunt later had to attend physical therapy so they could help her walk again, and help her with the things she does on an everyday basis. I really thought she was getting better, but in reality, she was getting worse. She was developing walking pneumonia and she didn't even know it. It had been building up for a while, and none of us had a clue.
Around three weeks later, we got a call on Christmas morning. It was my cousin - my Tia’s daughter - she told my mom, “Queca, mi mama se puso muy mala y está en el hospital,’’ (Queca, my mom isn’t doing good and is in the hospital). That moment, we all knew what she meant. I could tell that in her voice she was holding something back. We found out that when my aunt had passed out in the car, she had already passed. They revived her, but she was unconscious.
My mom’s mouth was wide open for a couple of seconds. Then, I heard her cry like she’s never cried before. I could feel the pain and sorrow in her voice. I didn’t know what to do. I felt numb; my mind was everywhere my eyes felt dry until my tears came rushing in. I felt something that I hadn’t felt before in years. My brother broke down right by me. He dropped my phone and it hit my foot. I couldn’t stop crying at the fact that she was gone and was never going to come back. I looked down because I felt a stinging pain on my foot and my toe was gushing blood. I didn’t even notice at first. When the phone hit my toe and it had somehow cut it badly. I just wrapped it up and got ready to go to the hospital.
We immediately left to the hospital where my aunt was. I met up with my family there. They all looked worried and broken. My aunt was on life support. We were waiting for the rest of our family to get there. My head was pounding, my body was in pain. I felt so disoriented. When I went in to see her, her skin wasn’t the same color; she was pale. I knew she wasn’t with us anymore. We all felt so lost. We were very hurt. A time later after all of our family got here, they disconnected her. We all let out the worst of our cries. That same night, I went to sleep in my bed and cried all night.
I woke up the next morning my eyes puffy, my voice nearly gone. I felt very, very depressed. I cried every night for the rest of my break. When the day came to go back to school, it was hard. I held everything in. The only people that knew were my close friends. They helped me get through my classes. It was very hard to pay attention, but I tried - I truly did try.
To this day, I’m still full of sorrow that she’s gone, but I do know that she’s resting in heaven. No longer in pain, no longer suffering. I miss her so much, but what can I do. I’ll just stick by my family’s side and hope for the best.
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