The Last Time I Saw


It was the first week of January and I was in the third grade. My birthday was coming and I was going to turn nine years old. My mom told me some really good news. She told me that my brother was coming. I was anxious and I couldn't wait to see him. She said he was coming to celebrate my birthday with me.

When he got to New York I was so excited when I saw him. He said that he was going to stay with me until my birthday. He celebrated my birthday with me and then he went back to Puerto Rico. I was so sad when he left. But at the same time I was kind of happy just to see him.

When he went back to Puerto Rico I really missed him. After a while it was already February 18. My mom was getting a lot of calls from Puerto Rico. She was sitting in the kitchen weeping her eyes out. I was trying to find out what happened but my dad just kept saying to leave her alone and he wouldn't let me go to the kitchen. Eventually my mom told me that my brother got shot at the disco. She was still crying a lot, and when she told me I was so surprised and I got so depressed.

The day after that, we went to Puerto Rico for the first time in a real time in a long time. When we got to Puerto Rico there were so many people that knew me but I didn't know them back. One of the first things we did was go see my brother in his coffin. My mom was crying a lot again, but I was just staring at him with surprise and sadness. That was the last time I ever saw my brother.

I was never the same after that experience. Before that, I never really realized you should let people know how important they are to you. Now I know you should always show people how much you love them because you never know when is going to be the last time you might see them. I learned a very important lesson from that. I learned "you never know what you have till it's gone", and trust me its true.


                                               About the author

The author Franchelis is 12 years old, she studies at Jonas Bronck Academy in the Bronx. She is from San Juan, Puerto Rico. On her free time she likes to watch TV, go on the computer, or just hang out with friends. She wrote this memoir because she would never forget about that time in her life. She did learn a really important lesson after that experience.