The week before I turned 13 years old, my little brother was stillborn.
That year I learned a lot about grief. Every moment of life was suddenly precious. 609 more words
The seasons are passing, and my expectations have reached their autumn now. The leaves have changed shades and eventually started to fall. All that remains is a few branches of hope, and they wait for winter to come and shroud them, and then you wont even see those any more. 253 more words