From one of my students
I wish I had this kind of insight when I was 12 years old. It is hearbreaking that she has dealt with so much loss, but a gift that she has learned this lesson at such a young age. She writes: Have you ever wanted to just go to a magical world like Narnia? Or live someone else's life? I have. I want to go to a magical place. Not where there's ponies that talk and oddly coloured animals, but I want to go to a magical place where all my dead loved ones come back to life, a magical place where they and I will never die. Where I can spend every moment with people I love and doing things I love. I won't have to be scared that one day I am going to get mad at my mom and dad early in the morning before they leave for work, then find out that it was the last time I saw them. For the rest of my life I would cry in my room, thinking of how I never got to say how sorry I truly was. Never ever would I see their smiles, or them cooking in the kitchen. I would always know how I never go...