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A Narrative Essay About My Mother

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Road 21 de Marzo 48 Acatlan, Hidalgo Mexico 2009.
My grandmother Mercedes was a very intelligent, humble woman. Always teaching me the rights from wrong, and telling me about her adventurous life with a bright smile on her face. Her life hadn 't been an easy one, but she made the most out of it. Her happy self came to an end when she was diagnosed with cancer. Her life started crumbling around her when she realized she didn 't have much time left. When diagnosed, She gave up on life. But her body hadn 't given up on living . She struggled with cancer for four months, until her body gave out. August 22, 2009 around ten thirty in the morning, she was taking her last breaths.

My Mother and I had just woken up and I remember waking up happy and glad to be with her. I lay in bed hugging her when my older cousin Luis with a worried expression came in our house and Informed us that my grandmother wasn 't doing well. At the time I was nine, so I didn 't quite understand what he meant, but my mother did. Hearing him say that …show more content…

At this sight I was frightened, but quickly went to her side where she lay in bed. I then took her soft fragile hand and held it while she struggled. She looked over at me with a pained expression which shattered my heart. My eyes filled with warm tears, my body started trembling, and my soul felt the worst kind of pain I have ever felt in my life. She looked at the ceiling and very slightly squeezed my hand. I finally realized she wasn 't going to make it another day.My aunt informed us that her pulse was slowing down and that soon it would stop. With a heavy heart I bent down to her ear and whispered to her that I loved her, and It was the hardest words I have ever said because I knew they were the last ones I would ever say to her. I sat there quietly crying and praying that she would come back, even though I knew she wouldn

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