Edit! Auntie Amanda
There are many people in one’s life that impact them to be who they are. One of those people will always be remembered due to their importance in your life and how they affected you. I have one person like this in my life – Auntie Amanda.
Auntie Amanda isn’t blood related to me, but because of her love and care for me and my family, she was introduced as my aunt at a young age. I have always admired her through what my family tells me about her and what she has done for me. She was an old friend of my grandpa, so she helped my mom and dad settle in America when they arrived.
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. She rushed over to our house when somebody was in trouble. She could remember everyone’s birthday in my family – the ones that not even I remembered. Most importantly, Auntie Amanda has always been there for me – good times or bad times.
It was August 3, 2004 – my cousin’s birthday, when my mom started getting labor pains. It was near her due date so I called 911. Auntie Shamima wasn’t good at speaking English so she wasn’t of much help. She decided that it was getting too late to stay and decided to leave. I called my dad and asked him what to do. He told me to call 911 and try to follow their directions; he was on his way home.
I called 911. They took our address and said that help was on our way. She told me to not disconnect and report unusual behaviors. On another phone I called Auntie Amanda; I told her what had happened. Miraculously, she was nearby our house at the gas station. She said she was coming immediately. I was only seven at the time and I thought my mom was dying, so I felt a bit relieved knowing someone was coming to help.
Auntie Amanda arrived and so did the ambulance. We all got inside the ambulance. She called my dad and told him to go to Northside Hospital which was where we were going. We got to the hospital and my dad was there. My mom was being admitted while Auntie Amanda was explaining to me that my baby sister was going to arrive.
Amanda Auntie arriving when I needed her the most was a relief to me. I loved her with all my heart at that moment and maybe even more. During that moment I was naïve and thought my mother’s life was in danger. Auntie Shamima leaving made it even scarier for me to handle. My dad was at work and tried to arrive as fast as he could. I was drowning under blankets of stress until Auntie Amanda arrived. She seemed like Superhero to me.