Grade 10, Providence Academy
I’ve always wondered why babies cry when they’re first born. Beyond the obvious reasons, I think it’s their first response to the unknown world ahead. I was never considered a cry-baby—my only concern was getting my daily dose of milk and joining the party in slumberland.
I’ve often heard the saying, “People come and go.” I never truly understood it until I experienced it first-hand. Letting go of someone or something you’re not ready to lose is never easy. I’ve felt this most deeply when I had to say goodbye to people I held close to my heart. On the outside, I seem as tough as a boulder, but inside I’m as fragile as glass—easily shattered by harsh words, ill intentions, and painful goodbyes. The best way to soften the blow is to love them less.
But that’s not easy for me. I’m a lover girl—I care too much, even when my love isn’t returned. Over the years, I’ve learned not to pour into someone’s glass if they wouldn’t do the same for me. Memories are like pieces of art: beautiful, layered, and sometimes bittersweet.