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Liliana Jaramillo Paper 1
Liliana Jaramillo Paper 1
Jaramillo
English
111.353
Mrs.
Brittany
Cowan
19
September
2014
Death
of
a
Friend
Everybody has friends, mostly best friends. It is great to have a best friend
that
is
there
for
you.
But
losing
a
friend
can
really
change
peoples
life.
That
person
could
of
had
a
family.
I
know
that
because
my
father
had
a
best
friend
that
helps
him
with
everything.
They
were
really
close.
My
fathers
best
friends
name
was
Israel
Delgado
Guerrero.
spending time with their family. That day was my 17th birthday. My
with
some
friends,
but
hang
out
with
family
it
is
all
right.
I am always the first up on my birthday, but that day I wasnt. Just because I
went
to
a
party
before
my
birthday
and
I
didnt
get
home
until
12
or
1
in
the
morning.
My
father
was
up
whistling
the
happy
birthday
song
on
the
way
to
my
room
to
wake
me
up.
That
has
always
been
a
family
tradition;
mostly
my
dads
tradition.
He
always
wants
to
be
the
first
to
say
happy
birthday
to
his
kids.
On birthdays, my family gets really hype. We have a lot of food and music
playing,
people
dancing.
The
family
is
doing
something
fun
at
the
party.
The
cook
in
the
family
is
my
father,
he
been
a
cook
back
then
when
he
was
young.
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When I was ready and all dress up, I went to my father and see if he needed
help
around
on
making
anything;
like
making
the
hot
sauce,
rice,
beans,
preparing
any
drinks
for
the
guest,
or
maybe
helping
him
preparing
the
meat.
I
love
it
when
my
dad
prepares
the
meat
because
he
is
all
happy,
whistling
and
sharping
the
knife.
The
way
my
father
sharping
the
knifes,
he
has
two
knifes
and
rub
them
together.
They
make
this
cling
sound.
My
father
whistling
and
the
knifes
cling,
is
sound
like
My mother came to the kitchen and started to help my father and I. I knew
that today was going to be a wonderful day. The rest of my family finally came to the
house and it was time to grill the meat, but my father still havent finish preparing
the meat.
While he was preparing the meat, he receives a call. He was surprise because
My
father
was
quite
for
a
while.
I
was
probably
thinking
the
other
person
was
still
talking
to
him.
Okay, I will go over in a few. that is where the called end. I see my father
facet,
he
look
like
a
sad
puppy
that
has
lost
something.
From
that
face,
I
knew
that
today
was
not
going
to
be
a
joyful
day.
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My father came up to us and said that his friend, Israel, died this morning on
his
way
to
his
work.
I
could
hear
his
voices
choke
up.
I
never
saw
my
father
this
upset
before.
When he told the family about the news of Israel, brought everybody down.
To
tell
you,
mostly
everybody
in
Salisbury
knew
Israel.
He
own
the
taco
stand
called
Tacos
de
Guanajuato.
Man,
you
will
see
a
lot
of
people
there.
It
was
always
in
front
the
flea
market
at
Webb
Rd,
the
best
tacos
ever.
on
Saturday
to
meet
up
with
him
on
Sunday
afternoon.
My
father
invited
him
and
his
family
to
my
birthday
cook
out.
My
dad
was
thinking
the
last
words
that
he
said
to
him.
My
dad
was
in
pain.
He
lost
a
best
friend,
a
friend
that
was
more
like
a
bother
to
him.
I
knew
my
dad
didnt
want
to
do
anything
else
but
he
wanted
to
continue
this
cook
out.
My family had friends and family members that passed way. Some death
from
old
age,
drug
dealing
or
suicide,
but
my
father
friend
died
from
a
horrible
car
accident.
This
accident
was
too
hard
to
describe.
My
father
told
me
that
his
friend
was
driving
the
taco
truck
to
work.
Some
lady
was
be
hide
him;
supposal
the
lady
was
in
a
rush
that
she
hit
the
place
where
you
can
push
the
driver
to
go
faster.
Once
my
father
got
to
that
part,
he
was
choking
up,
but
he
fix
his
voice
and
finish
the
story
of
what
happen
to
his
friend,
Israel.
Once
the
lady
hit
the
back
of
the
truck,
Israel
lost
control,
flew
out
of
the
window
and
the
truck
landed
right
on
top
of
him.
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My
father
couldnt
say
any
more.
All
he
did
was
look
at
the
ground
and
go
back
to
finish
preparing
the
meat.
All
that
my
father
was
saying
is
I
just
talk
to
him
yesterday
and
this
happen
to
him.
I
told
my
dad
that
there
comes
a
day
that
we
have
to
leave.
He
was
his
time.
But
my
dad
was
really
hurt.
The
only
time
I
saw
him
this
hurt
was
when
my
great
grandma
dead
3
years
ago.
I
understand
my
father
pain.
My
favorite
uncle
dead
5
years
ago.
I
couldnt
believe
it.
All
I
can
remember
is
I
was
crying
that
whole
day.
I
prayed
and
prayed
to
god
not
to
take
my
uncle.
Deaths
hurt
people.
Death
is
taking
away
a
love
one
we
have.
Death
is
something
that
scares
everyone.
But
just
live
the
life
you
have
now.
Enjoy
what
you
have
and
enjoy
life.
You
never
know
that
day
you
leave
or
a
person
you
know
much
or
love
will
leave
you.