Jose Delgado life story

It was on October 5 , 1994 I was 2 years old and I was waiting in the hospital for my baby brother. Then Finally my dad came and tolled me to come with him and he took me where my mom was and then there was my brother. I saw him red but then they clean him up and then he would cry and cry and wouldn't stop. He would cry and go back to sleep which was weird at a time. It was a nightmare because when we went home he would sleep and my parents would look at him a lot and they wouldn't pay attention to me. I was getting jealous because they would pay attention to me but now that I have a brother it change my life. When my parents left and went to do some things around the house I got un top of the heater and looked at my baby brother. He was just laying there with his blue blanket and sound asleep. when I saw him I thought that he would be a good brother and I would play with him a lot and take care of him. the days came and family members would come and see my baby brother. They will tell my parents if they could carry him and they would. then my brother would start crying and my mom will give him his bottle and he would stop.

Then he stared to grow up a little and would play a lot. He was almost going to be 1 year old and my parents were going to give him a birthday party. My parents were exited because it was going to be my brother 1st birthday party. They were preparing because the party was going to be this Saturday and my parents were already buying the candy and decorations. They also went to buy his PIÑATA and it was of a horse. When they thought the PIÑATA he liked it so much because he would carry it anywhere. Then he help me to put the candy inside the PIÑATA but usually he will throw it. Then when it was his birthday a lot of people came and they were having a good time. Then my dad got the PIÑATA and the kids stared hitting it with the wooden stick. Then my brother went to hit it but he did not want to because he was scared so my mom just have the stick to my other cousin and he stared hitting it. He broke it and all the candy went out. My brother didn't go a lot of candy so I have him all my candy. Then my mom got the cake and we all staring singing happy birthday to my brother. Then my mom put some cream at my brothers checks and my dad took a picture. my mom cut the cake and have it to the kids. The cake was good even my brother like it because he finish it too. after the party my parents and my brother went to sleep because they were all tired.

Then when y brother was able to walk and he was already 3 years old and he would go outside a lot with my Uncle named Eduardo. he would teach how to play soccer but he was little so my brother was just only run around. then when I would go to school my brother would cry because he wanted to go with me to school but he couldn’t because he was too little and didn’t know nun. He would cry and cry until I would come back. sometimes he wouldn’t cry because he would be with my Uncle allot. Then when my brother was able to go to school he would like playing soccer and he was getting better at it. Then when it was his first game I went to see him but he was so nervous that he didn’t play like he would normally play outside with my uncle. then during the week he would go to training. he would go like 2 times a week for training and on Saturdays and Sundays he would play. when he was 6 years old we got a dog. Me and My brother always wanted a dog and we finally got one. When we got our dog he was so small and so cute. He was a Chihuahua so he was small and my brother named him Buddy because he would see a lot of Air Buds movies and he named it Buddy.

he was growing up fast because months pass and years pass he would grow but not enough because I was still way taller then him. he is already in first grade and I would walk him to school everyday because we would go to the same school. I will always take him to breakfast and he would drink his milk and sometimes the food they give. During school I didn’t see him much. I would maybe see him sometimes in the hall but usually I didn’t. then when I went to middle school I wouldn’t see him because the elementary was one building and middle school was another building so I didn’t see him until we finish school. soon after school he would go home and eat and then he would go to soccer practice. He was getting better since the first time he played soccer. he was a better goalie now because when I went so see his games they wouldn’t score on him a lot. even with the hard teams they wouldn’t score on him a lot. Then he quit to be goalie and stared playing in the field as a mid fielder. he was also good in there because he would play good and his moves where good. The moves he learn he got teach by his friend Edgar that knew a lot of soccer skills and he teach my brother. Then when my brother went to a tournament they almost won 1st place but unfortanlly they lost in penalties. They play good because my brother score a goal in each match of the games.

At age 10 years old he had a injury in his hand by playing soccer. They push my brother and he fell bad in the floor which he dislocated his hand. He was crying because his hand was dislocated and he couldn’t move it. When we went to the doctor he located back to its place with out surgery or nothing but it still hurtled my brother so he couldn’t play soccer for 4 weeks and he had to wear a bandage for the hand wouldn’t be hurting a lot. after four weeks he could of play but now he was a little scare because he would think that it would happen again and he would go threw the pain again. Then after like a couple of games he would forget and wouldn’t be scare anymore but sometimes he would remember.

at age 12 was when my brother left elementary and went to middle school but unmorally I didn’t see my brother because when he went to logandale I went to high school so now I wouldn’t see him in the morning or during. The only time I could of seen him was when I came home. After he was in Logandale I was helping him in his homework because the work from logandale was more harder than Avondale. I would help him usually every day because he wouldn’t get it. then in 7 grade he had it. It was also a bad year because it was when he first go a F in school. My parents were mad but not a lot because it was his first F. IN school he would stay for boys and girls because he said he wanted to do his homework but I don’t think he wanted to go for homework maybe he wanted to go just to be with a girl but I don’t know. Then in the summer he tolled me that he had found the special girl and that he love her a lot. I was happy for him because it was just like yesterday that I saw him in the hospital in my moms arm now he has grow up and now he guts a girlfriend. Now they been going out for a long time almost 8 months and he is very happy.