Shed a Tear

I didn’t dare speak a word, neither did I dare to shed a tear; I knew that I had to stay strong for her. My head was flooding with thoughts; some were about my father’s condition, others were about how lazy I have been around the house. It was time about time I changed. We arrived at the Hospital’s emergency exit, as soon as the automatic doors slide open; the chill in the air sent goosebumps throughout my back, or it might have been the sight of my father’s watch, it was sitting in a basket with numbers written on it. The watch meant the world to us, my grandfather had given my father that watch when he was little. My grandfather passed away later, but my father always treasured that watch. We approached the front desk, in order to find out where my dad was. I soon realized that I should speak…

from times long forgotten. Only the very top of the tree, soaring high above the earth, stubbornly held on to no more than three or four small leaves blowing in the warm, lazy breeze. I picked my way awkwardly down the steep hill. My knees bent and legs tense with heavy footsteps trying to avoid falling and rolling down the hill into a tree. I made my way between the tall brush pile that was anxiously waiting for a nice summer day for my mom and I to find the time to set it ablaze. Then there…

thought she could. Uncontrollably loud wheezing came from her chest, as her sweat ran down her cold skin alongside her tears that squeezed into the corners of her lips and into her mouth, tasting salt on her dry tongue. She ran behind an auto store to catch her breath and stood in utter silence. She suddenly heared gravel being crushed and kicked from afar. She covered her mouth with her hands to remain hidden, however her heartbeat pounded louder than fireworks on the fourth of July. After a…

experience that came out of it. On the other hand, some people cry over things such as, one of their favorite TV show coming to an end. Again, this person should smile because they had that TV show for entertainment and for them to enjoy. Folks should be happy and learn from the negatives and positives in their life. In general, this quote is stating that we learn from our experiences whether it’s positive or negative, always be happy because that experience will come in use later when you are…

doubt Caesar loved and respected and respected him! This was the most mean cut of all. For when the respectable Caesar saw him wound, he understood his loved and honored and respected Brutus ' rudeness; it was more grounded than the terrible behavior of (people who help the enemies of a nation, of partners, and so forth.), and it squashed him, influencing his strong heart. Also, at the base of Pompey 's statue, with his jacket covering his face, which was spilling with blood the whole time,…

since I attended her graduation ceremony from West Leyden, I was so afraid of the day she’d move away. It was seventh grade on the first day after winter break when Keziah left for her flight to the Philippines with her dad. I really didn’t want her to leave, but I knew that she wanted to go to college there and it would be best to be happy for her sake. That was why I didn’t shed a tear around her until I was out of her sight. The tears that came were short-lived because school was five minutes…

I understood her more. Although she never told me what it means to work hard, when I was a freshman in high school and she explained her life story to me I knew that she was the definition of the kind of person I want to work hard to become. She explained to me without shedding a single tear, how she lost her husband and two sons. She explained to how she got the scars on her hands and the callus on her feet. She raised twelve kids all on her own and worked in the fields every day to provide…

screeches in pain, and a single tear escapes his left eye. *Slash* another cut slices in the opposite direction on his flesh, which paints a bloody “X” on his back. He starts to feel streams of blood running down his thin sheet of skin out of the freshly sliced cuts and drenching his shirt with spots of blood. He restraints himself to look back, because another look at his mother would cost him his life. As he approaches the front wooden door with beautifully carved glass panels that allow…

The death of a loved one is never an easy thing to take in. As you go through the stages of mourning, it seems to get easier to accept it. I have never gone through the stages of mourning. Shedding tears was only a temporary thing that lasted less than a minute. That is because I learned to view death as a beautiful thing at an early age. I thought I would no longer shed any tears for death like I had before. That was until I lost my abuelita yesterday morning. I woke up like every other day.…

I was put with the youngest cabin on camp, the mini’s. One night walking back from five fires I was holding hands with this one little girl. We walked down the road in the pitch black the stars and sounds of all the other kids surrounding us. I heard a sniffle and looked down at the little girl gripping my three fingers. Big tears cascaded down her face. I stopped on the gravel road and turned on my dying flash light then knelt down to seven year old height. “What wrong?” I asked…