One morning I …show more content…
I loved waking up to the sunrise much like my mother used to. I continued to gaze out the window and saw the vibrant garden my mother and I had planted together. I was named after my father’s mother, Eva. My grandma was a loving person who had blonde hair like mine. I was about to get ready, when my sister Anneliese called out. I quickly ran down our old, rickety staircase to the kitchen where I saw my sister sitting at the dinner table looking upset. She had her face in her hands and tears streaming from her eyes. “Five years Eva, five long hard years it has been since father went