Those last days, no way in wrapping it pretty or pretending otherwise: Rafa is dead. It was 8:00pm and me Ma were heading out the hospital. our father didn’t even come and visit us. We got home and Ma covered her face with her hands and quietly started crying. I took her room. As she laid down on the warm squeaky bed “Leave me alone!” I ran to my room. the next morning I got out of bed and went to get something to eat.
I got out of my room and I saw Mami in an empty room sitting on the bed looking at a photo. I saw tears dropping down her face and I don’t think she was happy. I walk up to her and asked her “what are you doing?” she didn’t answer so instead I headed into the living room to watch TV. TV got boring after a while so all that I did was stare of into space.I must have fell asleep because after a couple of hours i found myself on my bed.
Monday morning I got up quickly, got dressed, ate and before you know it I waited for Mami. As I was almost about to fall asleep Mami was ready to leave the door but she didn’t look like she was in the mood. As time passes me and Mami got better and better until we just forgot about Rafa.

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