By Grace, Age 9
“You’re going to go back to school soon, I promise you,” My mom would tell me. “The vaccine will come out, and everything will go back to normal.”
And I believed her. I think she wanted to believe it herself, too. I kept hope in my heart. Hoping was all I could do for now. Months passed by, and nothing was even close to going back to normal. There was still hope left, though, and if we could just hang onto that, maybe, just maybe, could my wish be granted. Even though our mouths had been burned away in a sea of ashes by our masks, our eyes remained, sparkling with a tinge of hope. Our eyes were a glint of hope shining, shimmering bright, glowing with kindness and happiness. Covid was the last thing that anyone ever thought would
happen, but now I know that if you push hard enough through the clouds on a rainy day, the sun will shine through, beaming down at the world. Now I am back at school. Everything isn’t as it was before, but life is about change. Nothing ever stays the same. But sometimes, change is for the better.