When you lose someone, I don’t think it’s possible to heal. You can only learn to live with the pain. I feel as if my pain has been a never ending void. My father always tells me how lucky I am to have someone I can miss so dearly. How can he be so optimistic at this time of sadness? 7 months ago, my brother, Mason, passed away at 11 years old. My mother and father decided it would be best for us to move out of our little home in Erie, Pennsylvania and go to Cleveland, Ohio. Ohio is dreadful. We settled in a diminutive apartment with no air conditioning. Every room reeks of rotten food. I desperately want to go back to Pennsylvania. I long for the beautiful state park near our home. My favorite part of Pennsylvania was swimming in Lake Erie with Mason. I’d lived in Pennsylvania all 17 years of my life. Moving to Ohio has caused my family a significant amount of stress. My parents quietly argue when they think I’m asleep. The difficulty of losing a family member, then feeling like you’re losing another is hard. …show more content…
Walking allows me to get fresh air and escape my household. My mind clears as the wind softly touches my long, red hair. As I’m on my walk, I see many people walking towards the area beside my building. Suddenly, I have an urge to discover what it is. I decide to trek around my building and see what everyone is visiting. A garden. A garden with vegetables as fresh as the air and flowers as bright as the sun. The smell of dirt wafts to my nose. Many people and plants all in one little lot. I approach a couple picking tomatoes. Immediately, I recognized the women as Lateesha, my next door neighbor. Next to her was a muscular, maybe 20 year-old man who I didn’t know. Wondering, I ask them if I can plant something. Lateesha looks up at