~ I Believe in Dreams and Mistakes ~

Sabrina - Las Cruces, New Mexico
Entered on April 24, 2009
Age Group: Under 18
Themes: death, family
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~ I Believe in Dreams and Mistakes ~

I am 13 years old. I live in Las Cruces, New Mexico and I have a story to tell you that goes with what I believe in. I have many dreams to live in my life, but some of them I am not so positive about. A part of me wants to make my dreams come true, but a part of me doesn’t. At times I wish my dreams were easier to catch when they fall. One of my dreams has been burned from one little mistake I have made in my life. Until now, I never thought about what my mistakes would do to me when I got older and how they would come back and hit me, but now I do.

Last year my great auntie died and I never realized how much she was a part of my life. Before she died I was always mad at her for some stupid little thing. At times now when I am sleeping I dream that I could have told her how happy my life was with her in it, and now that she’s gone, my life feels like it’s all a dream and I’ll wake up and find that everything will be the way it was before. But it’s not a dream. It’s my life and I have had to learn how to live with the mistake I made.

Well, when my great auntie was alive she could only speak Spanish and she tried so hard to speak English for us. She could only speak it a little. Since she died, I wish when she was alive I could have learned Spanish so I could have talked to her. My great auntie was a wonderful person and had a good heart. She had a son and his name was Paul. He did drugs since he was very young and after my great auntie passed away, she left everything to him. He made the mistake of giving my great auntie’s wonderful furniture away just so he could have his drugs.

My great auntie knew what he was going to do with everything she had given him, but he was her son and she loved him. I pray someday I can see my great auntie again and tell her how much I love her and how much she means to me. Before my auntie died, she taught me how to make her homemade sugar cookies. They were yummy; they were the best cookies in the world. That is one thing I will never forget about my great auntie, her sugar cookies.

My great auntie showed me that there is such a thing as mistakes in life and that we all have to live with them.