Period Two: Literature

e) Tragedy

Have you ever watched a puppy die? A sweet, innocent puppy that loved to play and tumble and learn? It's like panic and pain tear up your insides, leaving you shredded and empty.

Times that feeling by a thousand and you might have some idea what it feels like to watch your future daughter disappear from your arms. It happened so slowly, yet so fast. First she just felt lighter. She became transparent. Her sweet little face scrunched up in pain. Her tiny hand clutched mine, until my fingers started to go through her flesh.

And then… like some horrible, unwakeable nightmare, I was holding air. She was gone with one last breath. A thousand golden lights. She was nothing.

I lost it. I had never experience pain like this. I hugged my arms to my chest, curled over in a ball, trying to keep my heart from falling out. It was agony.

Her disappearance didn't just mean that my sweet princess was dead. No, if that wasn't enough, it also meant that her father was forever gone, and I had no family left to love.

That, my friends, is tragedy.