Speedy Gonzalez-Personal Narrative

Ding! “Mom the timers done!” Anayelli rushes to the oven as if she was a Speedy Gonzalez. We all thought it would be a good idea to attack her because we wanted to get our bread fast. But since Anayelli thought differently then we all did, she decided it would be a good idea to smack our hands with a spatula. She cuts the bread and serves to all of us in a calmly manner exactly the way we didn’t want her to. Our whole family including her agreed that she would fail at working at a restaurant. I loved our family moments especially the ones that she got a chance to be in. I wish I valued those moments more when she was here. Then BOOM reality smacked me across the face and she still was truly very ill. Her face became pale as a ghost while her

But I couldn’t stand the fact that Anayelli’s body was to go into that death car after the Mass. Of course as I’m always the odd one out I was dressed in yellow and black. Once I started taking more steps towards the church, the more I felt like it was all dream. How stupid of me to think that counting to 10 would wake me up from the whole damn dream. Then in an instant reality punched me as hard as a boxer could punch their own opponent. Though I just began to walk in I could already see the stupid black casket. The casket stood there taunting me making me feel like an idiot on how I always held hope while Anayelli was ill. While I gradually walked up to the casket I could see her lay down in the rosy pink outfit that my grandmother had given to her. A waterfall of tears had come bursting out of me like never before. Words in a whispering motion came out of my mouth “I really miss you and I don’t know how I’ll be able or if I’ll be able to continue without you. Not to be rude you look like an old lady.” I giggled but my giggling became into frown and my huge waterfall of tears came out of my eyes. Yes I know I loved her that I couldn’t deny but as I saw her still as statue the only thing I could do was

Since my sister and I were siblings of Anayelli, we got the pink balloons meanwhile everyone else got white ones. I got to be different and so it felt good but for the occasion it was for made me feel like the non special one. Soon after, I turned my head towards the stairs I noticed the men in the Noyola + Alcantar with the closed pitch black casket coming down the stairs. Right after, she was put into the car that had death written all over it and I knew that that would be the last time I would ever see her because she was going to be sent off to Mexico. I thought that I would’ve had more time with her but my time with her shortly came to an end. All of sudden my mind shot out all the fights that Anayelli and I ever had without even warning me. First, when I made fun of her for being bald, second on where I made fun of her because she had cancer while I was perfectly healthy. All I wish I for is to take everything back and turn back time so I could spend more time with her but use my time wisely. The “ I love you”wasn’t really our kind of like thing but I do know one thing, I should’ve said it more