Aldo Garcia

Feelings

10/27/15
ELA

10 AV sentences
Detailed & Descriptive Language

Theme:Importance of Family
Memoir
My brother
It was a
cold December Wednesday
and I had been called for some unknown
reason into Dave's office.
I thought I had forgotten to turn in a book on time so I
started panicking
. When I stepped inside Dave asked me do you know why youre
here, like when someone kidnaps someone in the movies says that, my heart
stopped and
I was really scared
. He then proceeded to explain how my brother was
in the hospital and my family needed to make a really important decision. By the
time he got to the part of him being in a coma I was already tearful. I knew what
this was about it was the decision my mom was forced to make and that she did not
want to tell me for fear of how I would react. He told me how the decision to pull
the plug or to keep sinking money in hope that one day my brother would wake up
from his coma was my family's decision. Dave told me that my uncle was coming to
pick me up. I got really anxious because I knew my uncle was about to make my
situation worse.
When he arrived in his silver truck it looked like a grey knight in shining

armor.
Once I got inside he started asking about my day and I told him about it,
later he looked at me and I knew he was about to ask about my dad because he had

been asking for weeks and he was very persistent. He continued and said Quieres
encontrar tu papa para ayudar a tu mama pagar los billes de el hospital? My mom
had always told me to not try to find my father because it would just make the
situation worse so I explained that to him and he said it was not my mom's
decision. I declined his offer although I knew he was still gonna try to find my dad.
My brother and I both had a different relationship than others do.
We
hated each other
to death. Then after a few minutes we would always be back to
normal. We got along half the time and the other half everything was hatred.
When we got to the hospital we arrived at my brothers room all I could think
about was him leaving my mom alone at home considering I board at school.The
first thing I saw was hooked up to different machines but one I could identify, a
life support machine with an air pump, I realized since he was in a coma he was not
breathing correctly. Hola ma como estas, I said. She just responded with me
siento bien pero no estoy. My mom came over and hugged me and told me what she
had to do and the weird thing is I did not stop her I just agreed I didnt want to
stop her because I knew letting him go was the right thing to do. The next day
they unhooked him and my brother took a breath and my mind was filled with hope
and I saw him waking up and everything was ok but that did not happen he took the
breath and flatlined.
I learned a lot from this experience like how you dont realize how important
family until its gone. I realized this as soon as my brother passed away because he
used to help me on homework, teach me different things, and how to work with

computers.
Sure I used to hate him but he was my brother and I miss him.
Now
that I think about it today we did the right thing because im pretty sure that he
wouldnt want to see my mom shed anymore tears, but he would want us to move on
and be happy.

Grandma
My grandma's story is different.
I was seven at the time when my mom had
received a call at two in the morning.
I was half awake when I heard crying and I
woke up to go see where it came from.
I saw my mom on the way to my room and I
ran back into my bed and pretended to be asleep for fear she might find out I was
awake at those hours. My mom reached my room and from past times that I had
done it I mastered my snoring. My mom started tapping me until I woke up and I
mustered up the strength to say what. My mom explained to me was that my
grandma had been killed.
My mom cried for the next couple of days, my uncle just kept his cool and
didnt want to cry in front of us but I knew he still cried when he was alone. My
mom and uncle sent money to support our family in Mexico because they spent most
of their time on the funeral rather than working.
I myself felt nothing although
every once in awhile a glimpse of sadness would go through my mind
when my family
talked about my grandma.
Me and my grandmas relationship was more one sided because
I loved her,

but I hated her.

She never came to visit and I had only met her once but I was
very young. I thought she just hated coming to the United States.
I loved her
because she had taken care of my mom but she also made the best food from the

one time she visited

.
I understood why she never came but I still she would
because my mom always be worried about our family in Mexico.
This experience makes me rethink how I feel about my relatives because
some I just dont plain like for reasons, but some I think are selfish because they
have enough money to buy tickets but they dont. Mostly I love my family but my
relatives are selfish.
This experience also taught me how important family is to others
. This
taught me that because on the day of her funeral we went to church and I saw
most of my family that lived in America there all wearing black and
crying
.
Although I did not know my grandma that well I still realize that she was important
to the people she did know.

My cousin
My cousin and I used to be best friends. We used to play on the computer,
with legos, and make jokes. In those days it was fun and I was happy all the time.
Anytime we would make jokes it didnt matter whether I was having a bad day I
would always laugh. The good old days.
That changed when he moved to middle school and I went to 5th grade. He
came back from school a little later than I did and I greeted him when he came
into the kitchen where I was playing on the computer. He made new friends and got
tons of homework, so I stayed out of his way. Usually we would just greet each
other and be on our own ways. He would usually kick me out of the computer and I
would go play on my nintendo. Later on I would find him screaming and laughing
with his friends like a dying hyena. I would usually just be sitting playing the
newest pokemon game. Eventually he would get tired of playing with his friends and
it would be my turn again and this happened every two hours until my mom picked
me up.
This memory reminds me of a good time whenever we wouldnt fight and just
actually be chill. Now all we do is fight and then five minutes later we would end up
watching that 70s show and be friends again. I would rather have the old days
whenever he would be calm and not yelling.
My cousins friendship mostly contained fighting then being friends again. It
was like best friends, they fight for days, but they still end up being friends again.
We usually hated each other because of some random thing that makes me or him

mad. Hey dumbo go fix the wifi router, he would say although he had enough time
to go fix it himself he treated me like a slave. Trying to get me to do stuff that he
could do himself this made me as angry as a fat person not getting their order
correct in McDonalds. I know he still cares but he makes me mad when he does
dumb things and blames them on me.
He is my cousin so I cherish the memories of the good old days. I think I
should realize the importance of family rather than taking it for granted. I took
my cousin for granted and now he is just a rude person.