When we lived in Nashville my mom would take me to my aunt’s house so she could talk to her and I could play with my cousin but things changed when we moved to Murfreesboro and we barely had time to visit her when we had things to do in Nashville we would stop by my aunt house and they would catch up on things. My aunt had a way to make people laugh. Whenever there were little kids in her house, she would pop out her teeth and make them laugh, it was funny. She would hide somewhere and scare people. One Christmas we went to her house, and I was 5 at that time, she went to her room to get a wig and went around the house, knocked on the door, and tried to scare us, but it did not work out because the wig went into her mouth and made everybody laugh. When I went to her house to babysit her grandson, she made me food took me to the gas station, and brought me anything I wanted. But the last time I saw her I was not talking much to her, and I left without saying bye to her. But that night I was at my grandma's house, she had gotten a call from my cousin that my aunt had been in an accident, and I went to my sister’s room to tell her what had happened and after that, everything had gone downhill because she was the one who was able to handle everything she was like a mom to my mom. She had a way to make people forgive each other like when I was young, she would make me, my sister, and my cousin hug each other when we were mad at each other. Until this day whenever my family goes to my aunt's house, we still cannot believe she is gone, it feels like she is outside smoking or on a trip. I never felt like this before but when my cousin’s grandpa had died, I did cry by not a lot maybe because I was not as close to him as I was with my aunt.
My name is Gloria Diaz. I am 18 years old and a 12th grader in high school. I am from Murfreesboro, Tennessee.