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In Their Memory Final Draft
In Their Memory Final Draft
Kimberly Ortiz
Professor Batty
English 028
8 October 2017
In His Memory
I was seven years of age, yet I remember that day as if it were yesterday. That morning, I
woke up on my bedroom floor. Bruised from my back, I got up and ignored the fact that I had
fallen out of bed and continued that morning with my regular routine: took a hot, steamy shower,
brushed my teeth with Colgate, dressed in my school uniform, and got my hair pulled by the
brush my father was combing me with. He tugged and tugged on my hair until, my head
throbbed and ached. Finally, I was eating my breakfast, some frosted flakes with bananas. My
food had been sitting for a while that when I took a spoonful of it the flakes were soggy and the
bananas had an odd milky taste. My father rushed me to eat quickly as he started to raise his
voice and once the clock hit 7:30 sharp we ran out the door racing against time. We drove
towards my aunts apartment where we picked up three of my cousins, and we raced off to
school as the morning quickly slipped away. Once we arrived, one by one we got off the car; I
We kissed each other on the cheek and gave each other a big hug. None of us knew that it would
quickly ran into her house excited to see our mothers and aunts there; sitting, gossiping, and
talking about their day. After we greeted all of them with hugs and kisses we ran towards the
dark hallway of the house and into one of the three lonely rooms where we started doing our
homework. Everything was going great; it was just like any other day. Until, all the voices that
had come from the living room had vanished. My cousins and I quickly raised with worry and
started walking out of that room slowly and we noticed everyone crying in the living room. I ran
I did as I was told and left the scene. It was only moments later when my mother called me back
because she had something very important to tell me. She sat me on her lap and hugged me
tightly.
All eyes were on us, and I tried to keep my tears in. I tried to be as tough as my mother was. I
tried to understand and process what I had just been told. At the end, all I could do was shake my
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head to assure her I understood. Which was a total lie, but she left believing, or wanting to
Soon, news came to me that the only thing that kept my father alive was a respiratory
machine and it was time to let him go. So, I went to go see my fathers body one last time, but
lifeless. His body pale, cold, and just lying there without a movement; without a sound. There
were so many things I wanted to tell him that day, but I couldnt. There were too many people in
that room that it began to get too hot for me; too many bodies close together that I was able to
hear they breathe. I just wanted was to be alone with him for one second, but I couldnt. After
this tragic event, I was a total different person. I did not care about school. I did not care about
life. I did not care about anything or anyone anymore. I hated God and I hated the fact that
everyone was happy except me. My life had become an unhealthy routine: woke up half asleep
with no energy what so ever, went to school to just ignore every teacher I had, went back home
angry at everyone, laid in bed and stared at the wall, and thought until the sunny day faded away
and brought out the darkness of the night. Time always passed slower each day.
got older. I knew what my father expected of me and it was not the person I had become. He
wanted me to be someone who tried to achieve any goal that I set up for myself or go beyond my
comfort zone. I just wanted to make him happy and to do so, I had closure. I wrote him a letter
with everything I wanted to say to him and I know he read it. I started to believe he was with me
all the time and I believed this more and more as I kept growing.
I started to realize that no one should ever give up after losing a loved one. Instead they
should strive for greatness in memory of them; thats what they would have wanted. I now know
that was what my father always wanted and will always want.