Narritive poem: The tragic day

Happy, Excited, and Anxious i was feeling that day before IT happened.
We were going to the mall...yayyy!
She was so excited.
 so was I.
 we were going to the mall TOGETHER, bonding not knowing it would be the Last time.

 She was my 65 year old twin, hahahaha...
The only difference was she had grayish hair and i didnt.
Our faces were identical,  but  maybe a little bit different because of our age difference.
I loved her.
She loved me.

 As we walked through those doors seeing those shinning lights and colorful signs we admire them.
She loved them.
I loved them.
We talked, laughed, and sang(for no reason)
she enjoyed it.
I enjoyed it.
The smile on her face was priceless.
I would give anything to go back in time and see it again.
I miss her.
She misses me.
I know it.

 Happy and Super excited while walking home.
The smile on her face was pricless...
I felt like her smile was such an accomplishment, because i had THAT feeling.
We got home and sat at the dinner table with the family, yum... food was scrumptious and delicious.
We then sat as a family to just talk about random things.
Then all of a sudden... DISASTER STRUCK!
"I cant breathe, i cant breathe " is all i can hear her faint voice...
Im shaking, Im shaking.
There i knew she was leaving me, us... this world.
Tears ran down my cheek as i cannot hold my pain.
Her last words to me were " No me miras" dont look at me
I CRIED.
I CRIED.
I CRIED.

 The ambulance came and took her away.
I receive the phone call, Cries then silence...
GRANDMAS DEAD.
I let out a faint cry, then i burst into tears.
My world fell on top of me and i lost it.
I couldn't believe it.
I couldn't believe it.
She died.
She died.
Sad, devastated, and more sad... I was feeling that day after It happened.

The tragic day.