Story Time: The day I can never forget

Some days are easy to forget, but there are days that can not be forgotten because life has changed forever. I had a very unforgettable day when I was 5 years old. Six years have passed since now, I remember as it was about yesterday.

This is a bright and sunny Sunday morning. I got up and ate breakfast. That was New Year 's Eve, and we planned to go somewhere to celebrate New Year' s Eve. When I was sitting in the living room and planning activities with my family, something kept ringing my brain like a signal - I felt sick.

When we planned to celebrate, I ignored the confusion in my mind and concentrated on other plans.

We decided to celebrate the New Year at the mall. So in the evening, we are ready to sit in the car. I am sitting beside my beloved brother. I do not recognize the future, I am scared - I feel very anxious, I am not at all happy.

We entered a crowded shopping center. There are lots to look forward to, and I soon forgot about my tiredness. After 1 or 2 hours I noticed that my brother was not there. I began to shout at my busy family and they jumped off when they heard my first cry.

My family and I started looking for my brothers. Tears buried my eyes when I looked for the whole mall without brothers' logo. The announcement was announced, but I can not see my brothers. In the middle of the night, we desperately entered the house. I do a lot of searching and inquiries, but it is useless.

Our family lost valuable parts. I felt I was sad and depressed when I thought I understood my sixth sense and told me.

I will never forget the day I had to undergo simple surgery. Tight and trembling, I am waiting for the operation time. That is the day I will never forget. Several families and pastors of my church told me not to be afraid of me, and not to get nervous. They keep telling me that it's okay and I will finish it. I remember feeling sick when I woke up. My headaches, anesthesia do not let me do anything, I can not wake up. I missed a lot of time from school, but I clearly remember this day. In my high school days, this is an unforgettable thing. I am very thankful that I have finished.

do not forget. These are the words I take every day because I woke up in Pulse Nightclub half a year ago and received 49 cruel murders of LGBTQ latin. I will never forget the lost lives. Never forget your broken heart. Never forget the survivors. Please do not forget the trauma. Never forget the self-hatred of murderers and internalized phobia of homosexuality. Never forget the influence of religious stories on culture and people's lives. Please do not forget. please do not. Forgot. And do not let others forget it. This is my mantra. I respect their lifestyle while I work hard in order to build a world that will not cause this tragedy to happen again.

Quix's story: I have never been popular or bad before. I am a kind spirit. Needless to say. My friends say they will never forget my world, I will not forget them. I will not forget someone who will come to my world, or I will come into their world, they or I did something in both worlds.

My memories will go away, but my heart will never be forgotten. Since then, the memories I have with me are part of my story. Even if it may be difficult to forget, I now realize that there are only a few memories in life and that there is a reason to assert that I remember.