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Tears of heaviness She did not carry much. Or at least this was what she thought. Her red book bag was large, but a little old, and she was afraid the straps would break. If I think of it, it can not be that old. She told me she got it three years ago in San Francisco; three years is not such a long time… I think she just likes it a lot. When you like something you get so used to it that you fell you’ve been having it since ever. She used it as a bag for school, she took it with her on every trip; she took it to the sea side, both summers; she took it to Bucharest, last spring, when we went together for a week; she used it in all scout camps last summer. It was really useful, and big enough to store all her books and notebooks. The things she carried were determined by necessity. Every second she carried two big heavy textbooks. On Fridays, when she was leaving home, she carried three, sometimes even four. They were heavy, no doubt. She wrote that to her parents a few times. Her dad knew how heavy they were since he was in Sacramento with her. In fact, this is why he bought her the book bag three years ago when she went to school in Sacramento for about one marking period. She told me she even wanted to weight the books and give her parents a more accurate description of how heavy they were, but she could not find any scale in kilograms. She did not tell me why she could not change the pounds to kilograms. I did not think of this when we talked on the phone. I only thought of it later that night, but it was too late. She must have ben exaggerating. She also carried two binders: one for math and English and the other for physics and everything else.
Approximate Word count = 1281
Approximate Pages = 5.1
(250 words per page double spaced)
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