Hero

6 th grade new people, new school, and more bullies, and you. With your 
kindness opened your hand out when they would knock me down. I would see 
you standing outside of your class you had got in trouble again. You would see 
me coming and wouldn’t care if it got you in more trouble. I needed help to where 
ever I had to be. The last day I seen you I said “see you next year” and you told 
me “no I am moving” I didn’t like that as we both said goodbye and gave each 
other one last hug you told me that “I can do it and that you will be wit me”. You 
where right I did do it I had finished school and graduated, but I always thought 
about you. Always wanting to see you again as more years passed by. Then one 
day I got a phone call saying your husband killed you. I couldn’t breathe I got the 
wind knock out of me. Some one took my hero.
	This is for you Angie I am sorry I never got the chance to repay you. I 
love you
R.i.p  Maria Evangelina Castellanoz a.k.a Angie
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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