“American History” Memorable Day Paragraph

Once upon a time there was a little 12 year old girl. This little girl had long hair was very skinny, light skinned and bruised up. Her name was Bella and she lived in Tijuana. Bella had to deal with her mother beating her everyday and receiving new bruises on her body. She could never keep track of her bruises until one day her whole body was bruised there was no spot clear enough to say it was not bruised. In the year 2007 her grandmother Celia Perez died. Bella and all her family including her sisters Grecia and Ayneeth Lomeli attended. Bella was left in the funeral place with some of her aunts and uncles on purpose. Bella did not notice until one of her aunts woke her up asking her if she was hungry. Luckily her sister Grecia was there and took her to her great grandmother's house. Bella had a great time with her other family because she was not used to being out of her house. When it was time to take Bella back home her mother was waiting for her in the garage. Bella's sister stayed outside with her fiancée while Bella went inside. Bella's mother yelled at her and said what time was it to be getting home and that she no longer lived there. Bella freaked out and did not know were she was going to go. Her mother yelled at her and told her to call her sister in order to pick her up. Bella left and Grecia told her fiancée to take Bella to her big sister Ayneeth. He obeyed her and took her to her sister. While on the ride in order to get to her sister Bella's mother was calling him in order to take her back home he refused and ignored all her calls. Bella and her big sister Ayneeth stayed 3 hours trying to pass the border and made it through. From there Bella was left with a foster parent because her sister could not take care of her. Bella entered the foster system once again she is currently 16 year old and has not been out of the foster system since then. . The reason I remember this day is because it's the day I no longer had to see anymore new bruises, cuts or scars and I no longer had to suffer. It was the day my sister saved me from my mother and the day my grandmother Celia Perez Aranda died.