Autobiographical Narrative
When I was 8 years old I got bad news that really impacted me. My parents sat me down and told me “Your brother is going to die once he turns 16 years old.” When they told me that my eyes began to tear up. So many things were going through my mind at that moment. I did not know what to say or do. I could not look at my brother. I would always cry because I would think of the fact that one day I was going to lose him.
The day they told me my brother was going to die I refused to believe it. I thought they were messing around, but once my parents started to cry that is when I started to think "Wow! They are really not messing around, my brother is going to die."
However, I started to ask my parents what he had and they told me that he has “Muscular Dystrophy”. Right away I asked what it was so they explained it to me.They said “As he grows they lose their muscular ability and they get weaker as the years pass, but they only live till 16 years old”. Once they told me that I left to my room and started to cry nonstop.
In 2005 I had another brother born with the same diagnosis. The years have passed and we all have become more mature. I do so much for my brothers. I help them in many ways. One day my oldest brother got really sick and he did not want anyone to do anything for him. During that time when he was sick his eyes were not as big and bright as other times. He would not tease me like other times, but instead would just look at me and not tell me anything. I would ask him and he would say “No don’t worry, I am fine, I don’t need anything”. Of course I knew my brother told me that so I would not worry about him.
However, one day in school I got a call saying “Cristian is in the hospital, we are going to pick you up so be ready”. Once they told me that it felt like my blood went all the way to my feet.
I got to the hospital and my mom and my grandma were crying. I asked them “What happened?” anxiously trying to find out what happened, but no one would answer me. The doctor came and told me that my brother wanted to see me.
I ran to see him and he was like always with a big smile. He told me “Take care of Juan and our mom”.When he said that I did not cry, I was trying to be strong for him, but as soon as I got out of the room I began to cry nonstop. I could not accept the fact that he was going to leave us.
I told my mom “Everything is going to be okay,” but even though I would tell her that nothing would take the tears from her eyes. However, even though we were going throw a lot the doctors gave us hope.They told us "If his lungs.respond, he has a chance to survive".
Even though the doctors gave us hope my brother continued to act the same. However, we began to pray for my brother and a miracle happened and he got better. This was the biggest life lesson because I learned that we could lose someone in a blink of an eye. Life is too short to give up on your dreams.