Family Lore

by Elizabeth Acevedo

But for the first time, she admitted to herself that she was scared to leave the cacophony of her family’s laughter and bickering and the sunlight and moonshine and enveloping darkness of closing her eyes, and the bright green of the first new leaves in the spring, and the pure white of a first snow before her shoe left its imprint, and the big wonder and warmth of love love love love and yet, we must.

what a beautiful way to describe death