THE STORY ABOUT MY LIFE

Part 3 {Middle Childhood}

I was 8 years old, i was in 3rd grade but the teacher's phone ring, the teacher came up to me and gave me a pass and told me i needed to go to the office, my mom came to pick me up, i grab my stuff and i start to go down stairs, i get close to the office and i see my mom, the office lady opens the door for me, and my mom takes me and opens the car to me, that when she tell me the sad news, my mother said that my cousin Osvaldo, had in heart attack and he died and that's when i started to cry, then i few days or weeks pass and that's when i sometimes thought my cousin, Osvaldo was alive, and i always imagened that he was still with us, then the next 3 days pass and my aunt makes a funeral of my cousin, Osvaldo, me and my mother and father come up to the box and i just see him their, i just saw him and i started to cry, i hold my moms hand has i was crying but, i still couldn't belive, my cousin Osvaldo...was dead.