It was February 10, 2013 and the most horrifying event happened to my family and I. We had just lost the most important thing to us. We’ve lost my dear mother. My mother was the best thing in the world. My mom wasn’t like any mother. She would always be there to protect us. She would always guide us through rough times. She would always be right beside my brothers, and sisters. Myself as well. When we would fall, she would pick us back up. When I would cry, she would wipe my tears, and make me laugh by saying the most little funniest things. When I was down, she would tickle me. When any one of my brothers, or sisters were mad, she would cheer them up. She would give us advice, make us our favorite food, and she would make sure we had everything we needed.

Losing my mother has changed my life. Every night, I cry myself to sleep, it’s just too painful. It’s painful because, you don’t know what you have, until you lose it. My mother treated me like I was her princess. Buying me everything I wanted, spoiling me, giving me all the attention I wanted. I hate that I lost her because, she meant the world to me. I mean, no one would love to lose someone special to them.

“Why did she have to go? Why couldn’t it be me instead? Why her out of all the people in the world?” I questioned myself.
I remember it as it was yesterday, my mother was laying in bed next to me, playing with my hair. She put it in a braid, and then told me she had to go to the store. She asked me If I wanted to come with, and I nodded my head.
As we got to the store, we picked up a few things. It was dinner for that day. We picked up, ground meat, lettuce, tomatoes, shredded cheese, and soft hard taco shells. One of my favorites, TACOS!
We reached back home, and she felt lightheaded, so I told her to lay down, and I would cook. She went to lay down, and as I prepared dinner, she yelled my name. I dashed to my father’s room to see her bleeding. I called the ambulance.
As soon as the ambulance arrived, I dashed to the stove, turned it off, and helped my mother up. Salty tears was running down my face. I told my brothers, and sisters that i’d be back. I told them me and my mother were going out.
As I jumped into the back of the ambulance, I prayed my mother would be okay. I started telling my mother “Mom, wake up please! It’s gonna be okay. Please don’t leave me, you’re going to be fine. I promise, mom wake up.” She wouldn’t open her eyes. I started yelling at the doctor “Why won’t she wake up?! Please get her to wake up! I need her, she’s all I have!” Tears were rolling down my face.
The doctor said he couldn’t do anything until she reached the hospital.
“Please mom, wake up I need you.” I pleaded. She wasn’t waking up. I began to tremble. I called my Father, and told him what happened.
He rushed to the hospital, and began to cry. I walked to over to my Father, and we began to cry together. I got to my Mother’s hospital bed, and started praying. I was kneeling on the ground, praying that God would wake her up.
I could hear the machine beeping, but I was still scared. Yes I said mean things to her before, but she’s my mother and I wasn’t about to give up on her.
The next morning, there was blood leaking everywhere. The doctors rushed in, and kicked my Father and I out of the room. I began crying once again. He wiped my eyes and said “Don’t worry mamita, mommy’s going to be okay.” He kissed the top of my head, and put me on his lap.
I felt like a big baby again. He used to hold me in his lap all the time when I was younger. This time was different though.
As we watched all the doctors and medical surgeon’s rush into the room, we had heard a women say “Clear,” and my heart dropped. My life flashed before my eyes, and I could feel the tears forming in my eyes, making it impossible for me to see.
Next thing you know, the machine noise was like boooooooooop. I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Move, I want to see my mom! Mom, please come back! You can’t leave. I’m sorry for all the horrible things I said to you, come back, give me another chance I’ll prove to you that I can be the best daughter in the world.”
Unfortunately, I was too late. My beautiful Mother had just died.
We went home to break the news to my brothers and sisters. They were devastated. As we got ready for the funeral, I had to find a black dress in my closet. The dress I finally decided to pick was an all black dress, with a black flower, and it came down past my shoulder.
As we got to the cemetery, I couldn’t take the pain I was feeling. My chest was hurting, and I could hear everyone sobbing. My brothers, sisters, father, and me were all huddled in a circle. Wiping each others tears, we placed flowers on her casket, placed our notes, blew a few kisses, and went back home.
Still till this very day, I cry myself to sleep. I know it’s only been a short amount of time that she’s been gone, but I miss her. I still get these feelings that she’s right next to me, but I can’t grab it. I can’t grab it because, I wish she was here still. Yes it’s hard losing someone special to you, but life goes on. Just keep in mind that they will be always with and watching over you.