That day was the day I watched as tear drops flooded the town and could do nothing about it. That day the day I stood in silence and listened to cries of sorrow for hours. That day was the day I figured out that humans are fragile, and that loved ones could disappear in a second. It was seven years ago on June 9th, 2008, a perfect sunny day, not even a cloud in the sky to ruin the weather. I was only in fifth grade and school had just ended for summer. When I thought the days would be filled with fun and laughter, a sudden meltdown struck our family. The phone echoed throughout the house and sent chills down my spine. I watched as my father answered the phone and only listened to what the caller had to say. I had no clue that that single phone call would lead my day to be filled with tears and someone else breathless.
After my father answered the phone, my mother went into the room with him and closed the door. They usually don’t talk in private like that; therefore, I suspected something was wrong. When they came out, my parents told us to get ready to go to my cousin, Aida’s, house. I wasn’t sure what happened but I felt a little relief that my parents came out of their room with a smile. They rushed us into the car and drove off in silence. My siblings and I wondered what happened and asked the most regretful question,
“What happened?” asked Mk, my older sister. It took my mother a few seconds to respond to her.
“Nhia got into a car accident.” she said as her voice trembled in fear. In that moment, I pictured the terrible accident in my head and felt a slight burning sensation inside. We all sat in silence as we were dropped off at my cousin’s place and watched as my parents drove off in a hurry. I remember prayi...
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...cry along with me as the sad news traveled throughout the house in silence. No one spoke, not when my parents picked us up, not when we reached home. I walked to my bed and let out a few more gallons of tears before I cried myself to sleep.
June 9th, 2008, was the death of my cousin, Nhia Vang, who lied breathless in a coffin. We gave him a week long funeral and on the 16th of June, we buried him with lots of love. The graveyard was filled with his loved ones, who watched and cried enough to nourished the ground with tear drops. I watched his mother’s heart broke into a million pieces and his brothers held her as they slowly placed him into the cold damp soil. I couldn’t even cry that day after the whole week of crying. The sad moment engraved in my mind forever remembering Nhia. That was the day I learned to spend everyday to the fullest because humans are fragile.
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