Personal Narrative Essay: The Most Successful Hard Times Of My Life

On Wednesday January 30, 2008, one of the most difficult times of my life happened.I remember that day as if it had happened yesterday. I was just a seven-year-old girl that lived in an average house in Mexico with my mother, my father, my little brother and my grandmother. We were not a family of wealth, so in order to get the bills paid, have enough food on the table and pay for our education both of my parents had to work. My mother didn’t finish middle school and my dad only finished high school so their jobs weren't so great. When both of my parents were working my grandmother will take care of us. She looked really healthy and full of life, me being a kid, I thought my grandmother would live forever and be with us all the time. My grandmother

But she was not healthy in any way. Even though I was only seven years old I understood what had happened and that I'll never get her back. That night, when it all happened, I had asked mother if I could sleep with my grandmother so she wouldn’t feel lonely at night. I slept next to her and I hugged her and said "Buenas noches abuelita, te quiero mucho" which means "Goodnight grandmother, I love you so much". But I did not know that was the last time I would ever hug her, speak to her and see her. I fell asleep quickly, like around twelve in the morning my grandmother woke up and told my mother that she was not feeling well. She said she couldn’t breathe correctly, that not enough air was going in. My mother then decided to take her to the hospital. She woke me up and told me to get in the car quickly.I did not know what was going on, I was sleepy, so I fell asleep in the car and the next thing I know I was alone in the car with my little brother in the hospital parking lot. I saw my dad coming towards us and he told us that our neighbor was going to pick my us up and that we were going to spend the night at their house. In the morning my dad picked us up and took us