When My Friend Died
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I love to shop and to eat. I am truly a sweetheart. I am a well loved person yet sometimes I can be mean. I do curse. I am unique because there is no one in this world just like me. I have micros. I am tall, Carmel complexion with a beautiful smile. My friends admire my personality. My family says I talk too much. I believe in god and no other. My father is my hero. I look up to my mother. I am a leader.
One day we were at school, in the 5th grade gym period. My friend Daniel asked me if wanted some candy and I replied yes! After gym was over it was time to go home. That night I called him and we talked for a minute then he said that he didn’t feel good. So I told him that he should lay down and that I would see him tomorrow. The tomorrow came and I didn’t see him. I was wondering what had happen that he didn’t come to school. I asked his twin, Elisha where he was and he said that he was sick at home. That’s when my mom called me downstairs over the intercom for an early dismal. She knew what happen but she didn’t tell me. The end of the day came and his parents came in and told the class that Daniel had just passed away. The whole class went into total shock and everybody was under pressure.
The most challenging thing was taking in that my friend Daniel had died. He had a twin brother and it was hard for him to accept the fact that this brother was gone and he wasn’t coming back. It was also hard for me because I didn’t understand life or death.
I was in my house, in the kitchen cooking noodles. Then I received the phone call from my principal telling me that the reason why Daniel didn’t come to school was because he had passed away right before school let out. It was right before evening hit. It was a little cold outside. I was young around 11 or 12. I remember the smell of chicken and chocolate cake. I just couldn’t blank out this picture out of my mind that we were just eating candy together and laughing.
The consequences that I had to deal with were that I had lost a good fiend. He had lost his life. We lost our good friendship, physically. We lost our conversations that we use to hold. I lost a piece of my heart. His brother lost his twin, their young memories. His funeral was the first funeral that I had attended.
I gained a lot of perspective on life and what will do in my life. I also gained to cherish my life because life is too short. I learned to live my life to the fullest. I want to go to DePaul University and become a professional basketball player.
