Walking down the streets of the 

village breathing in the cool fall 

morning air. My hand gliding on the 

 

My hand gliding on the tan brick building 

with the smell of pizza running through my 

five year old body. im walking in a straight

 

line with my kindergarten class, my hand

tied tightly to my grandmas. My class is 

seeing a play about my grandmas favorite

 

little curious monkey. The theatre erupts into

little shrieks of laughter like a volcano

at the journeys of the curious monkey.

 

A girl who looks about 16 dressed in a black

ballgown shimmering under the lights, standing 

with her friends around her waiting to capture

 

this beautiful milestone. Everyone hears the door

creak open the woman the girl loves to pieces steps

through the door. The girl runs to hug her wonderful

 

grandma even though shes wearing high heels that 

she can walk in she still will hug the woman in red,

the woman that she looks up to. the woman that she

 

admires to be. During the girls's special night

she wrote a letter to her grandmother explaining how 

big of an influence she was in her life.

 

The girls idol seemed to be going through pain that a

lot of people unfortunately have to go through. The

disease that took millions was now in the girls idol

 

I was at my best friends house waiting for my

ride home. I was boredly scrolling through her phone

as i saw the news I never thought i would ever see

 

i feel my body go numb, my heart rate quickens, 

i find it hard to create words when my friend asks 

me whats wrong. My vision goes blurry from the pain

 

slipping down my face. The girl is now telling her

kids the imprint her idol had on her life, she is 

hoping and praying that she makes the same imprint 

 

on her kids. As her kids are peacefully sleeping in 

the room across the hall she wishes this dark and 

gloomy place doesnt show its true colors to her kids,

 

not just yet. She wishes they wont have to experiance

the pain that love can bring because love is the most 

painful they will experiance in their whole life.

 

The girl who looked up to her grandmother is now hoping

 that she was just a percentage of what her grandma

 was. She hopes she can make one persons life different.

 

The truth of love isnt just happiness and rainbows like 

everyone makes it out to be. Love is not just the happiness 

and the laughing together, but also the times you cry

 

together and the pain you feel because of how much 

you will miss these memories. After this pain comes the 

happiness you feel because you were lucky enough to have 

this person in your life.