Horrible Day

Horrible Day

A Horrible Year

It was my fifteenth birthday and everything was happiness around me. My parents had been planning my fifteenth birthday party for more than a year, and finally the big day had come. My dad came to me and woke me up as he used to do it when I was a little girl. He sang to me the “Happy Birthday” song and gave me an envelope. A simple white envelope with a George Washington stamp on the up right corner and a manuscript in the middle of the envelope addressed to me. Inside the envelope was a letter adorned with different colors and drawings of flowers which read: “To my dear sister Wendy who is turning fifteen today… I hope you have a wonderful and unforgettable day”. I went back to check the envelope and I found a beautiful gold necklace inside with a small image of the Virgin Mary. Isobella, my older sister, had sent the little necklace because she was not going to be able to attend the party; furthermore, she had been sick for several months and the doctor had prescribed her plenty of rest. Isobella was 25 years old and lived in Houston, Texas with her husband Davis. It had past a lot of time since the day Isobella decided to move to Texas and I was sad because she was not coming to my party, my fifteenth birthday. In Mexico your fifteenth birthday is very important because it marks the change from child to woman. Mexicans tend to make this the most special day for each girl. It was 6:30 P.M. and I was ready to enter the room that my father had rented for my big party. Suddenly I felt someone behind me hugged me. When I turned I saw Isobella who had come to my party. I was so happy that I began to cry. Everything was different in her, her hair, her eyes, and even her way of speaking. But that did not matter to me because I was happy that she was with me. Finally, everything seemed perfect, but the joy went away instantly when the happiest day of my life became my worst birthday.
Isobella felt unconscious to the floor. She had to be taken to...

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