Life Is Short: A Short Story Of My Life-Personal Narrative

Life is short. As a younger child I never fully understood what that meant. I knew that when you got older, maybe around 90 years old, you would soon pass away. As an eight year old little girl I’ve never experienced any loss. I mean, sure I had few goldfish that I found floating upside down in the bowl, but every significant person in my life was still around and living. Growing up I spent a lot of time with my family. Jensin was my cousin and my partner in crime. We were only ten months a part. We would spend countless hours playing catch, throwing a baseball back and forth, in the hot summer sun, out in my grandparents front yard. Baseball was his passion. I remember supporting him at all of his games, and him doing the same at all of

My mother goes into the hospital one night because she was having major anxiety attacks and that has never happened to her before. We truly believe that the episodes she was having was preparing her for what was next to come. Not even 4 hours after she was released from the hospital she got the call, my other cousin, Chyla, had passed away. She started seizing in her sleep, and didn’t wake up. Chyla and I had an age gap of about 9 years. I looked up to her so much and wanted to be exactly like her. My mom considered her more of a daughter than a niece. My mom helped raise her with my aunt when she was younger, she always called Chyla her ‘mini me’. I wake up the next morning to the news that she had passed away. Again, that feeling that no one should ever feel, is happening again. A way I could describe this feeling is like having the flu, every aspect of my being felt exhausted. She was always the favorite out of all of us and we all knew it too. She had the most stunning personality and artistic ability. She still inspires me today. My Mother, the most upbeat, sweetest, happiest person ever, took the news the hardest out of everyone. She went through a state of depression, I remember she would never laugh. I used to keep track of how long it has been since I had heard my sweet mom laugh again. It was nearing 3 months, she hit a skunk driving down the road. The worst smell ever it felt like. She laughed the whole way into town. I’ll never forget hearing her laugh for the first time since Chyla’s passing, it was so refreshing to hear that