Worst Moment
worst momentMy Worst Moment
Antonio Hernandez
English comp I
November 5, 2012
My worst moment wasn’t an “everyday” worst moment. My worst moment was the last time I talked to my little cousin, Rishi-Yuvaraj Nieves Thakkar. Born on February 22, 1992 and left us devastated June 1, 2012. This is how it began Rishi and I live in different states, but very close when we were younger. I moved to better the life of my daughter, instead of staying in New York. The way me and most of our families stood connected was by playing video games online with each other. Rishi was the youngest out of all the cousins; he was only Twenty years old. We decided the morning of his death June 1, 2012 for all the cousins to get on as a team and have fun together, so we basically had a whole team of cousins playing random people online and we were all together playing Modern Warfare 3. We were all on having fun talking trash to each other and the opposing team, it came to a point later on that morning that most of our cousins had to leave, so Rishi and I stood on to continue with the fun, and to catch up on things there was a point where we had lunch while we were playing as a lunch date just to stay on and communicate. We stayed on now more towards the evening; maybe around 7:30pm he told me he was hungry. He went to fry rice and make ice tea, I told him that wasn’t good for him because he is a diabetic but he told me he was okay. Little did I know they told me he hasn’t been taking his medication, but he still insisted that he was fine, so I said okay. Later on that night he and I were still talking, laughing and playing with our friends I had to get off because I had to go to work the next morning. I told him, I’ll see you tomorrow and we’ll play some more when I get out of work, and he told me ok. I get off the game and get my stuff for the next day and head to sleep, close to midnight or 1:00am, I get a call that woke me out my sleep I felt something was wrong before I
Antonio Hernandez
English comp I
November 5, 2012
My worst moment wasn’t an “everyday” worst moment. My worst moment was the last time I talked to my little cousin, Rishi-Yuvaraj Nieves Thakkar. Born on February 22, 1992 and left us devastated June 1, 2012. This is how it began Rishi and I live in different states, but very close when we were younger. I moved to better the life of my daughter, instead of staying in New York. The way me and most of our families stood connected was by playing video games online with each other. Rishi was the youngest out of all the cousins; he was only Twenty years old. We decided the morning of his death June 1, 2012 for all the cousins to get on as a team and have fun together, so we basically had a whole team of cousins playing random people online and we were all together playing Modern Warfare 3. We were all on having fun talking trash to each other and the opposing team, it came to a point later on that morning that most of our cousins had to leave, so Rishi and I stood on to continue with the fun, and to catch up on things there was a point where we had lunch while we were playing as a lunch date just to stay on and communicate. We stayed on now more towards the evening; maybe around 7:30pm he told me he was hungry. He went to fry rice and make ice tea, I told him that wasn’t good for him because he is a diabetic but he told me he was okay. Little did I know they told me he hasn’t been taking his medication, but he still insisted that he was fine, so I said okay. Later on that night he and I were still talking, laughing and playing with our friends I had to get off because I had to go to work the next morning. I told him, I’ll see you tomorrow and we’ll play some more when I get out of work, and he told me ok. I get off the game and get my stuff for the next day and head to sleep, close to midnight or 1:00am, I get a call that woke me out my sleep I felt something was wrong before I