The Writings of Baby Julie | Installment #1

Hi Guys! 

This past week, I have been sorting through old folders and files, trying to clean out my flash drive and I stumbled upon a bunch of old writing. I read this one and thought it was pretty good. It was from my English class when I was a freshman. Hope you like it! (And if you don't like it, don't tell me. This essay has little bits of my heart woven into it.)

~Julie

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It's Okay to Cry

by Julie Ackerson

Purple skies of rain drenched my sorrowful soul as I watched the casket being lowered into the ground. The tightly woven tension crept through the chill morning air, threatening my ability to stay strong. Don't cry Julie, don't cry. I  listened to the people who spoke and held my tears through the whole program. I  looked around me and a tear began to arise in my eyes. I  could no longer hold it. The single tear slid down my face. I  buried myself into my mom's arms and sobbed.

"Cry Julie, it's okay." My mom's words comforted me and I  continued to sob.

I  looked out the window and watch the fields pass by me all the way home. My parents talked about details that I  didn't want to know. Details about what happened on March sixth two thousand and eleven.

"Car crash . . . . Drunk driver . . . . Heart failure . . . ."  It was all a blurred memory. I  didn't want to know the details, I  didn't need to know the details. I  would be fine. Don't cry Julie, don't cry. We pulled into the driveway and I  slowly made my way into the house. The day was grey. I  ran into my bedroom before my parents could ask any questions. I  pulled a candle out of my drawer and lit it, sitting for a minute and soaking in the sweet essence of it all.

Another tear slid down my face and sizzled as it hit the flame. More came and every time, the candle destroyed it like a warrior, healing a bleeding soldier in battle. The door to my bedroom opened slowly and my mom walked in and sat down next to me. We watered the flame that night, letting it heal our bleeding souls. I immediately felt better, knowing that the tears I  shed were gone forever. The flame's gentle glow seemed to whisper to me, Cry Julie. It's okay to cry.

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