My Life Was Not Worth Death

I know the truth, I always have, after I die I will eventually be forgotten. Yes, there will be some who would mourn my death, but with time their pain will fade away. I will be nothing more than just a memory. My experiences and accomplishments will be converted into stories that will, hopefully, be passed through the Aceves family generations to come. We all want to leave a mark in this world, we all want to be loved and remembered long after we die and move on. The truth is only a few accomplish enough to be remembered and leave behind a legacy that will continue to live long after they 're gone. Even though the story of my life will not be part of a History book it does not mean that my life was not worth living. I loved greatly and

November 12, 1994 marks the day when I, Gabriela Aceves, was welcomed, with open arms into this cruel and beautiful world. I was greeted by two loving parents, Silvia and Jose, three crazy sisters, Vanessa, Daisy, Stephanie, and Jose my kind brother. I grew up in a loving home. Never did I ever feel unloved nor unappreciated. We were all very close, so close that we would constantly take family vacations together. Our hunger for adventure took us to Florida, California, Colorado, Nevada, Arizona, the list is endless. My father, Jose was a hardworking brilliant man whose presence would be felt whenever he would walk into a room, he was loved and hated by many for his success in both his career and family. My mother Silvia was always a nurturing and supportive housewife she and I were much alike in both our looks and personality. I loved both of them very much I couldn’t have asked for better parents. Even though they were much older than me not once did I ever feel excluded from my siblings ' life. Vanessa,the oldest was the kind of woman who never let

My father was a brilliant electrician with a Master’s electrician license in his pocket. My sister Daisy had her own Farmer’s Agency. Coming from a Hispanic background receiving the recognition for one’s work was very tough. One was always being judged for their background. One’s class, education, and race were very important in regards to whether or not you got the job. From a young age I always knew I wanted a career in fashion. I was always very passionate about fashion and I was fascinated with its huge impact on the daily life of people. However, I was not a talented drawer so becoming a designer was out of question. When I came to UTSA I knew I wanted to study a subject that will open many doors in the fashion world. I chose marketing to I wanted to become the Chief Marketing officer of a major fashion magazine. This job gave me great perks such as raiding the closets of the Magazine’s fashion department, meeting designers, front seat to fashion shows, and travel the world. Getting my dream job was not all glamour nor was it easy I had to work hard each day. All my tears and sweat payed off in the end though because my job didn 't feel like work it was a pleasure to have such an incredible