My grandfather, who was closest to my heart, often read me fairy tales about princesses, dragons and handsome knights. While I pretended to live in this distant imaginary land, my grandfather described that I was his little princess and that being a "troublemaker" and a "rebel" had no meaning. importance. I was able to get away with a lot of things; he would never lash out at me after I broke an expensive piece of art or when I didn't listen to what my mother said. He was my reason for living. My grandfather was a sturdy, portly man who always wore a sombrero on all occasions. During his childhood and culture, it was always customary to wear a sombrero before leaving the house. My grandfather had the darkest green eyes, which would scare someone when they looked at him. He also had thick, wavy gray hair and a mustache that distinguished him as a general or a person of great importance. Although I remember my grandfather's facial features and appearance well, I sometimes recall other painful memories, like the night he died of emphysema. After her death, I learned to be more responsible, to appreciate my mother, to be a hard worker and to tolerate challenges. It was a Monday morning when my family received a phone call from my grandmother saying that my grandfather was not feeling well. As soon as we heard the news, we rushed to Mexico, but there was a demonstration on the international bridge, which delayed us. As soon as we arrived, his time was tragically limited. My mother was lamenting because my grandfather had died in her arms. After his death, I became weaker as an individual and started blaming God for his death. I often said: “Why God? Why did you take him? I would frequently ...... middle of paper ......e to tolerate any challenge, no matter how difficult it may seem. For example, I remember when I went with my grandfather to his ranch and we had to clean the stables. It was a rainy day and it seemed difficult to get the job done. It was full of mud and even though I fell several times, he helped me get up and try again. We didn't give in until the job was done. She was no longer a spoiled girl, but rather a diligent young woman. Looking back on this tragic experience, I accept my grandfather's passing, but that doesn't mean I will ever forget his facial or physical attributes or his way of reading fairies. tales. In fact, I believe this impact has made me a more fervent and diligent person. It gave me the opportunity to try harder and take on a challenge, to become a responsible young woman and to appreciate my mother and everything she did for me..