The moment I would freeze
would be the moment I saw my newborn sister.
I would touch her soft and fragile
skin. I would see her intense brown eyes that when the sun
hits them look like caramel all sweet and soft that you
would love to eat but you can’t eat them. When the
darkness hits them they are like two big dark clouds approaching
you, trying to scare you. Her eyes are soft and scary
but still they are beautiful. I would look at her face and
try to make out her expression. If I see pain, I would
try to comfort her and make her happy. If I see joy,
I would play and play with her.
by Angel, 7th grade
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