Betrayal is something not taken lightly. It is an unfortunate thing. It can tear a person’s life apart. It’s this indescribable felling of disbelief, shame, and most importantly anger.
In my life I don't think I’ve ever been betrayed or have betrayed someone. I'm one-hundred percent truthful I won’t hurt or intentionally harm anyone I love. But, for some people that’s not always the case. I’m going to share with you, what to me is the most horrible act of betrayal the worst of the worst and an example that is very close to the betrayal example of Julius Cesar. Well here it goes.
May 16th 1:00 am my uncle was brutally murdered by his brother in law, believed to be cousin and friend. His day was going fine, just same routine since he went to Cuidad Madera Chihuahua. See my uncle was awaiting approval for his "mica"(green card), which he was approved for all he had to do was wait to go pick it up the day of his murder, that being the reason for him being in Madera in the first place. Anyways back to the day of his murder. My Aunt Victoria, baby cousin Jade, and uncle Homero, went on with their day, May 15th, as normal they got up, got ready, went to the "Central Mercado" to buy things’ for the family, and went back to my uncle’s house in Madera. My uncle and his brother in law were sitting outside, meanwhile his brother in law had being drinking, and they were talking about my uncles’ plans once he went to get his "mica". They had a long conversation time passed and before they knew it was already night time. By this time my uncles’ brother in law was drunk. He became angry because of two reasons one he ran out beer and two because my uncles’ sister wasn’t home yet so he left to go find her and buy more beer. You see Madera is a ranch/city in Chihuahua that is filled with mountains and plains, so in the little town everyone pretty much knows everyone. My uncles’ sister finally arrived home about five minutes after his brother in law left to find her. His brother in law got home with his friend and cousin about an hour after. By this time it was already 11:30 p.m. My uncle, aunt, and cousin were sleeping when my uncle heard his sister and brother in law arguing and fighting outside. My uncle then went outside to calm them down and tell them to stop fighting. He said to them "ok ya sera orta dia" which means "ok stop fighting save it for another day." But then the unexpected happened, My uncles brother in law went up to him and started fighting with him and my uncle was just telling him calm down just stop fighting and let go to sleep its late. Then my uncles’ brother in law started to beat up my uncle, my uncle tried to defend himself by fighting back, but then, my uncles’ brother in law, his friend, and his cousin jumped in the fight and proceeded to jump my uncle. They beat him to the point where my uncle was crawling to the house because he was unable get up to walk. Then, note my uncle was already down on the floor bleeding unable to protect himself, he pulled himself up on the fence so he could stand up and his brother in law, with great force, threw a rock at my uncles face and my uncle fell to his knees put his hand on his forehead around his temple saw the blood then fell to the floor. My auntie then ran to his side she pleaded and pleaded to him to wake up because they to go home all she said over and over was ” wake up memo we have to go home tomorrow wake up please wake up” but by this time my uncle was already dead. He was pronounced dead at 1:30 am May16th 2010. He died as a man he was protecting a woman in her weakest. He went out knowing for that night his sister wouldn’t get her daily beating. But, he went and left my auntie alone my four cousins’ father-less and our family left with a gaping hole of sadness, anger, and disbelief.
My uncle was a good man he cared for his family deeply. He brightened up every ones day with his jokes that only he thought were funny. He cured my aunts’ loneliness, cleared up her stress, and gave her a father to her three kids from her first marriage and to their daughter that they had together. He didn’t see a difference between his step children and his daughter. When anyone would ask him how many kids do you have he’d say four two girls Jasmine and Jade and two boys Robert and Eduardo. He was an awesome uncle a best friend to my parents and an all around good person. It kills me every day to wake up and know my life’s the same but my aunts and cousins life isn’t. My uncle didn’t deserve to die, nobody deserves to die, but life is life and you just got to take it day by day, take the good and the bad and appreciate everything you have because in a blink of an eye it could be gone and your life will never be the same.
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