Writer's Note: I wrote this in my senior year of high school for an assignment meant to analyze and imitate the writing style of Tim O'Brien in his novel, The Things They Carried. This piece is dedicated to my lola, who is my greatest inspiration and favorite story. In the springtime of nineteen sixty-five, she carried a leather suitcase onto a boat. It held only the essentials, only her most needed possessions. The suitcase contained her rosary, a comb, face cream, and a few practical clothes. Hygiene products would be rationed later on by the crew. In total, the things she had chosen to carry weighed about eleven pounds and seven ounces. In total, the things she had not chosen to carry were immeasurable. Those things were heavy. She wished she could pack them away too, but they remained heaped atop her shoulders and entangled in her mind.
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