The story of my uncle frank


MAkayla R.

I remember one time on Christmas, my Uncle Frank got me a bike. I always wanted a bike and he got me and my brother, sister, and cousins each a bike. I still have it today.

I remember one day I was in school and the bell had just rang and me and my sister just got out of school and we went to my pastor's house because they pick me and my sister and their kid, Roman, from school. We went to there house because my dad was working. Normally, he would pick us up about 10 or 20 mins after school, but this time he was late. When the doorbell rang it was my brother at the door.

I asked him, “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be in school?”

He took some time to answer, then he said, “Just get in the car, we have to go.”

“Go where?” I asked I went to go get my backpack. My sister was in Roman’s room and I called to her. She and I went to the car. When we got to the car, we saw my mom crying.

I asked her, “What’s wrong?”

She told me “Your uncle frank died!” and I just started crying. I was so sad I couldn't it talk.

When we went my aunt was crying they just had a kid and he didn’t meet his dad. My aunt heard a song and she started crying really bad. My grandma and grandpa started crying too everyone in my family started crying. It was a very sad day when it was the the day to dig him up me and my brother and sister we didn’t go. When I went back to school I didn’t want to talk to anyone, not even my best friend. They asked me, “What’s wrong?”

I said, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

The next day I told my best friend every thing that happened. When people ask me about it, my best friend asked me, “Do you me want tell them?” I said yes.

I didn’t want to do any work, which was strange for me. My teacher noticed and asked me what was wrong.

I said I didn’t want to talk about it in the classroom, so we went to the hallway and I told her everything that happened. Then I want to another class because I needed help with reading. Every kid in there were all my close friends. I told them what happened, and one of the kids said, “Ohhh, I thought I did something.”

I said “No you didn’t do anything this time?” Lots of people help me like my teachers, my friends, my family. It took a few years to get over it. I think about him a lot I miss him a lot. One of the memories of him was him being so happy that he was going to have a kid. Then he found out it was going to be a boy. I don’t talk to my aunt anymore but I miss her and my cousin. It is still hard I never want to forget him because I have great memories of him.