My cousin

It had been quite something, you could say, because horrible things had happened to my family for a month. First, the death of my grandfather, then my uncle's bleeding which had almooooooooost made him die. Now, something new has happened. Let me tell you about it.


I was in my aunt's house, about to leave, and my dad got a call from my mom.


She told my dad in the phone call that my cousin had an ingury from a game of soccer. Somebody tackled him, he fell on the floor, hard concreate floor. He had hit his head and fainted for about a minute.

Then one of his friends saw that, and sent him to a hospital nearby. His ears started bleeding, and had to do two major opreations.

At first, I was mad at what God had did to my cousin, but later on I learned my lesson. This important lesson of life is that everything God does is no harm. So if my cousin Brian dies, I know that God will have a purpose and a message for us to learn.

My Grandfather's Death

On the night of May 2nd, I layed down on my bed, relaxing. After all, I didn't know what would happen tommorow.

I was sleeping, and relaxing tieringly when suddenly my parents woke my up urgently and told me that my grandfather was going to die sooner or later. We went the hospital, and before I knew it, I was staring at the dead body of my grandfather. And I knew that he had died in peace.