Back then, my sisters and I never got along really well. We did not appreciate each other very much. When I got home from school, they would usually just scream at me for no reason and be mad.It was like as if I was invisible. I would just go straight to my room and stay there. My sisters would always take their anger out on me whenever they were upset. We lived our separates lives. I had my own life. They had their own life. Daniela was always doing exercise, cecilia usually always on party’s,eugenia was pretty much always at my house. But I did not talk with her.

Not to mention, my parents would always  be on vacation, so I really did not feel close to any of my family at all. In fact, I can remember getting home and not even feeling comfortable around them. I could not go home and tell them about my day, so I just kept it to myself.  I felt I wanted a break from them, from all of their drama and their yelling. I did not like being around my house that much.I could not enjoy it the way I do now it took a tragedy to make this change to make us close and to get along.

   The bright and sunny morning sun woke me up. I arose with a really hungry tummy, craving some greasy chocolate chip waffles that made me jump off my bed toward the kitchen with excitement! Walking to the slippery dark paths on my way to the kitchen. It was my bigger sister Cecilia. She was crying, Cecilia had a frown, a reddish color in her face, as a red juicy tomato. Her eyes were soft and had fluffed, giant tears scrolling down her fluffy cheeks kept coming out. She did not look happy at all. I did not know what to do; I usually never see her cry, Cecilia is never sensitive, or scared, she is the one of the bravest person I known. Walking on, she just kept crying and crying, watching the way her tears rolled down her soft cheeks, as electric tears pierced like a blade of a knife. Made me feel really worried and sad for her. She was sitting on the creamy brown sofa,while i was entering the cold living room. I stopped walking and slowly jumped at the  sofa, I could feel the chills  the air conditioner was cold as if snowflakes were falling. Seeing her made me feel her pain, and made want to cry too, though I did not. Her face looked all messy like she had been crying for hours, all her makeup was ruined, her mad eyes looked black as coal. I started to realize the more she cried and cried, the more this was important, it was something big I was worried.

            “Cecy what’s wrong?” I asked her scared as a rabbit.
           “Nothing,” she cried and immediately covered her face.
I started hugging her and trying to make her feel comfortable and better. I was really curious of what was going on, but I could not ask anymore, she was sobbing and gapping a lot,as if someone was dying. I was trying to think of reasons why, but none of them popped into my head, I felt lost.

         Eventually Cecilia started to calm down, my other 2 sisters Daniela and Eugenia woke up. We all sat down, at the sofa as soft as a pillow. Cecilia looked like she had something important to say, she looked as wise as an owl, we all awkwardly stared at each other for a minute.

      “She died,” she sobbed.
        “WHO?” Daniela yelled in a loud voice.
        “Grandma,” Cecilia whispered.

We all started to cry we all felt something broken, teared up. I felt frightened. I could not believe she was dead, words could not come out of my mouth, I was shocked. We hugged, really tight and cried for a while.I could feel that deep hole inside myself that had never known I had it, feeling it in with the support from my sisters, something special was in there, but at the same time feeling an empty whole of my grandma passing away.

        “Everything is going to be all right,”Eugenia said in a positive voice.

        “Everything happens for a reason,” Cecilia whispered.
          “Yes,remember we are here for each other,” Daniela added.

The early August sun crashed into my eyes, even more tears came out from by fluffy eyes. My sisters and I were really close to my grandma; she was like a second mother to us, it was the one person I could honestly connect in my family, my relationship with her was special.  I could tell her my  problems. She was like a friend to me.
My sisters and I started to calm down, and we kept telling to each other, we had ourselves; we had each other’s support, that grandma was in another place keeping us safe, and we tried to smile and looked it in a better way. I felt the support from my sisters that I never felt before; I felt I had someone there for me, to help, for advice and comfort me. 

     Finally, the phone rang, I was wishing it was my grandma, but it wasn’t it was my aunt, to tell us the funeral was at 8:00 pm and that my already mom knew. I could not think of my homework, friends, nothing, only of my grandma; she kept running into my head. But especially the feeling of my sisters, I could feel complete. Having mixed feelings was the most confusing thing, feeling sad but happy at the same time,because of grandma passing away, but realizing my sisters were there for me, and getting close to them. Eventually I  waited for my parents to arrive from their trip and sadly went to the funeral. That day was a big and hard day for me and all of my family, a lot of things changed, my grandmother gone and my sister close to heart.

 
Certainly my grandmother passing away was a tremendous tragedy for my family, being that I lost someone very especial. But becoming close to my sisters changed my life. As they say sometimes we need to suffer a bit to succeed, and be happy, something good is always waiting there for you.  My sisters and I are real close; we talk about everything; always give advice and even help in homework sometimes. Now I can think in my head, when something goes though I have them, and talk to them. This really changed in a good way, which I am really proud and thankful to have them as my sisters even though sometimes I fight with them. Now I like being around my house, it makes me feel safe and constable with all my family. This made me realize sisters are  really important they always comes first. Sisters will always be there for you, close to heart. A sister is a different flower from the same garden that will always help you grow and survive.