The Puzzle Piece
When I was little, my family and I would do puzzles. A lot. I sometimes wonder how we ever kept all of the puzzle pieces in the right puzzle box. But, there was one puzzle that I remember more clearly than all the others. My family would spend hours putting it together. Then one day, a puzzle piece went missing.
April 9th, at my boyfriend’s house for Passover, I answer a call from my mom:
“Mom, we are about to start dinner, can I please call you back later?” I said annoyed.
“There has been an accident… She choked. Dad’s on his way to the hospital.”
“…what….what do you mean?”
“I am so sorry sweetie… grandma is gone.”
April 9th, at my boyfriend’s house for Passover, while everyone is sitting down for prayers, after the 2nd phone call with my mom:
Shock. Disbelieve. Extreme sadness. And rage.
The worst part was the pain. The unbearable pain of losing someone so involved in your life, it was like someone ripped my chest open, thrown my heart on the floor, managing to puncture both my lungs. I couldn’t breathe.
loved it! i think your intro works good with the rest of your essay. but i liked how you jumped right into telling about your grandma dying. it was really creative too, to say those one words to describe how you were feeling. great job!! cant wait to read more! if the puzzle is tying in with your grandma, you might want to bring it up in the intro, or maybe you are putting it in later...
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