By Minhee, Age 10
“Ughhhh! How much longer is this dumb pandemic going to stop! I’m sick of online school!” I whined. “Be patient Minhee, it will get better,” My mom said. I didn’t get how she was so patient! I thought to myself, “We’re all gonna die!!” But, I listened to my mom but had the smallest amount of hope, the existence didn’t feel real. I wasn’t lucky at all, my dad moved to Korea thinking Covid-19 would be better there. I cried and cried and cried having so much hope he would come back…but he never did. That’s when I heard some other bad news. “Honey,” my mom sighed. I found out that my best friends were going back to in-person school and I was going to be left behind! I lost it….I ran out of hope. I knew nothing would get better, I knew my dad wouldn’t come back, I knew my friends were going to leave me. I knew I shouldn’t have listened to my mom. Days to weeks, months to years, and after 2 years, my mom told me I could go back to in-person school. I was delighted!
That’s when I knew, hope is a feeling no one believes in…but the existence of it could make a miracle come true.