Thursday, August 28, 2008
essay paragraph
It was a Friday night of April 2006 when the house phone started to ring. My mom picked up the phone, it was my aunt Isabella calling from México she said “Marcella our mom is really sick; you need to come to México immediately”. I noticed that there was something wrong because my mom’s face, blanked and she turned really pail she wanted to cry but she didn’t, she hold it in maybe for the reason that my little brothers were in the living room or that she didn’t want me to notice or think that there was something wrong. Right after she had spoken with my aunt, I asked her “mom what’s wrong is there something happening in México, does it have to do with my aunts, uncles or my grandma. And she said “don’t worry there is nothing wrong, everything is ok. So I insisted and finally she told me “come, I followed her upstairs into her room and she closed the door, as soon as that door shut she sat down on the bed and broke down in tears and could hardly even speak. After a few minutes she calmed down a little bit and told me the bad news that my aunt had told her. This was really upsetting because my grandma, my second mom, was sick.
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