Daniel De La Cruz

Dr. Haslam

English 1010

19 September 2021

One Day Again

Waking up that morning, all I could really think about was the fond memories of playing

soccer at Rainbow Park. I remembered how I would take my four cones and walk to just have a

fun time with her and my siblings. Although we would always go and play for hours, everytime

it felt like a small amount of time.

“Can we please stay a little longer?” I suggested.

“If we go now we can stop by Baskin Robbins,” she said.

I stood up and made my bed, and put on my Chester Cheeto shirt I had gotten on my

previous birthday. Everything around me was bringing me back to every moment I had ever had

with her, especially the football lying on my bed which could turn into a blanket. I would look

back to the first time she bought me this because it was the first present I had ever received, that

I had remembered.

“Come help put all the suitcases in the car, Buddy,” my mom said from the top of the stairs.

“Coming mom,” I responded, “I just need to get a few things before we go.”

Ever since I could remember, I had always owned the second biggest room in the whole

house. Even though I had to share it with my younger brother, Jay, I felt like the whole thing was

mine. I walked out and shut the door right as I went out. Quickly, I ran to the bathroom to brush

my teeth, before my mom went completely psycho, as I hadn't gone upstairs yet. Once I got to

the bathroom I glanced over to the other room." Through the small crack of the door, I noticed
that it had completely been emptied out. This was actually the first time I had ever seen it like

this and I was surprised because it was quite large in size. Considering that there had been a large

queen bed and a 55” TV with a tall dresser, it still sort of amazed me how big it was.

I ran up the stairs using both my hands and feet to go up. Right as I stepped foot into the

kitchen I heard a voice coming from upstairs.

“I told you to help your dad out with the luggage and it's been 10 minutes and I still don't see

anything in the car,” my mom chirped.

“Can I atleast have a small breakfast before I get going,” I scolded back.

“Yes, if you had listened to me when I called you 10 minutes ago, you would have known that

your breakfast was right there,” she exclaimed.

As I looked over my shoulder, I saw a plate full of hand made tortillas. I always loved

how she made me these in the past because she was the one who taught my mom how to make

them. Rapidly eating them before I got yelled a second time, I ran out the door and looked for

my dad. Calling his name out I saw him in our garage just standing in the corner with tears

falling down his face.

“Is everything alright dad?” I asked desperately.

“I told her she was fine here,” he said under his breath, “but I can’t do anything about it

anymore.”

“Go on and get in the car. I already loaded up all the stuff,” my dad told me in a despairing voice.

I walked to the car and was followed by both of my parents because it was finally time to

leave. At that moment I couldn’t really take in the fact that it would be the last time in my house

with her. As small as I was, I really thought about how my life would change from this moment

on because it wouldn’t be the same without her.

 Driving down Bangerter Highway, all I could really hear, apart from the K-LOVE radio

station my mom would play every morning before dropping me off at school, were both of my

parents having a conversation.

“Did they really say we couldn’t do anything about her,” my mom asked my dad.

“No,” he responded, “they've been sending mail, and multiple officers have shown up at the front

door saying she has to be gone in a week"..” said dad.

“But it wasn’t even her, she was just there. Can we not have a lawyer help us,” my mom

whimpered.

“I guess it was just one of those wrong people at the wrong time kind of moment,” dad said, “but

it was either this or she had to get locked up.”

I still couldn’t understand why she had to leave because I thought she would always be

with me. But no one ever told me that the reason why she left was because of immigration

looking for her.

When we got to the station, I saw a bunch of people with their families and a bus charter.

I could see all the tears running down their faces knowing that it would be a goodbye for a while

or forever. I hopped out of the car and went to the truck to get the suitcase and bags my dad had

set there at home. I saw my parents get out of the car and in the distance we heard a voice

yelling.

“Please be ready passengers, we will depart in 10 minutes,” said a middle aged man who seemed

to be the driver of the bus.

Waiting for both of my parents to say their final goodbyes to her, she came over to me

with a sorrowful face.

“I hope this isn’t the last time I see you,” I said with the words barely coming out of my mouth.

“Just know nothing will ever be the same after you're gone,”

She reached over and wiped the tears running down my cheek. Then she extended her

arms and hugged me for the final time. We all saw her get onto the bus and she pulled down her

window and waved towards me and parents. The bus took off into the distance and we waited

there until we could not see it anymore. After she was finally gone and I could not see her, I

whispered to myself.

“Don’t worry grandma, one day I will see you again.”