Roxana Gonzalez from the U.S.A In April of 1996 I got pregnant, and I was very excited. On December 21, 1996 my daughter Roxanna was born. She was so pretty and healthy. At that time I lived with my husband, father, cousin, and my newborn baby girl. We lived in a big house with four bedrooms and a swimming pool in the city of Montclair. My daughter grew up, and she was very smart and active. She just was twenty months old. One day I woke up worried because my mother, who was sick, was having a surgical operation. The doctors who were attending my mother said to us that there was a possibility my mother might not make it through the operation. That afternoon, after cleaning my house, I was cooking dinner while my little girl was playing in the garage. I decided to call my family in Mexico to find out how my mother was doing after the operation. I spoke with my sister, and she told me my mother was fine, and I was relieved. Immediately after I hung up the phone, I started searching for my daughter in the garage. I notice she wasn't there, but the back door to the pool was open. I ran to the pool, and I saw my daughter floating at the edge of pool. I screamed with panic and jumped into the pool to pull my daughter out.
My husband, who had been working, arrived at the hospital, as well as my family, and we were all waiting for the doctors to tell us about my daughter's condition. After a long time, the doctors told me and my family that they had done everything possible, but they couldn't save my daughter. I could not believe my little girl was gone. I felt my life destroyed. I felt I was in a dream, but I woke up to the nightmare. On August 29, 1998, we buried my daughter, Roxanna Guadalupe Gonzalez. I felt my life was not worth living anymore. I often thought about killing myself, but I thought about the people who love me, and I decided to continue on with my life instead of ending it. The first thing I did to continue on with my life was to move out of that house, look for a job and back to school. Within the period of a year, I had two miscarriages, and I got divorced. I was very sad, but I still kept going to school and working. Now I am pregnant and in a loving relationship. With this new pregnancy I feel happy and alive once again. I will always remember my little girl, and I know no one and nothing will replace her. I also know my little princess was, and will always be, the Guardian Angel who shines over my new baby and me.
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