My cousin lived in the same area where I lived, in 2010. He used to be my best cousin. Even though we fought alot, we had fun. He is still my favorite cousin, even though he's dead.
I really like to hang out with the bigger kids, because I have fun with them.
One day Jayro was going to go live to Culiacan, Mexico, and before he left he told my mom "Tia no quiere que le traiga algo del otro lado?"(do you want me to bring you something from the U.S?) My mom said, "Panda Express mijo." I remember that clearly.
After that, he never came back. He left to Culiacan. Four days later, his mom goes to jail for crossing the border with drugs. It was very hard for Jayro and his brothers because his dad was already in jail, also for drugs.
The time passed and Jayro was in Culiacan. He was doing alot of bad stuff to get money, like selling drugs and hanging out with criminals.
Months passed and my dad told me Jayro was doing horrible stuff and that one of these days, he would get killed. I was always worried about that.
One month later I got home and I see my brother, my sisters, my dad and my mom crying. I was like, "What the heck is happening here?" and my brother told me with a sad voice "mataron a jayro" (they killed jayro).
Since that moment i feel an emptiness in my heart. During that time my family didn't have that much money sowe had to pawn our car to go to the funeral.
I got so mad and angry I wanted to kill the ones who killed him. Two years have past and it still feels like if it was yesterday.
I remember him clearly, I miss him and I will always will. I wish I could give him half of my life to live with him. He will always be part of my life.
