By Peyton, Age 10
It was spring break. I’ve heard about Covid-19 before, but I didn’t know it would change the world. It was March 6th, 2020 and my nephew was just born. “He is?!” I said cheerfully. “Yes!” my father said. A few days later, it was spring break. But little did I know, I wasn’t going back to school. “Wait what?” I said in disbelief when my mother told me. “It’s true.” My mother said, I stood there. Just stood there. We didn’t go to school for a few months because my and my sister’s school was thinking about what to do.
Fast forward a few months. The date is September 11, 2020. I got up to use the bathroom. My dad bolted into the room in what felt like a microsecond. He told me that my auntie was in the emergency room. It was 1:30 am when we got there. My relatives were already there. The next morning my sister told me. She died. Sorrow rose upon me. I cried. About 2 years later, I am writing this for you to know the sad and happy parts of my story. What’s your story?