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Mid-Term Break - Adaption from poem to story

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Mid-Term Break by Seamus Heaney There are times in your life when you feel like nothing matters anymore, like nothing has a purpose... Sometimes even the strongest people in your life can be easily broken by something horrific and they can never properly seem to stand on their own two feet again, they don't see the world as they used to, especially if it's not supposed to happen. I'm sitting on the old bed in the college sick bay waiting, waiting for my neighbours to come and pick me up, I can feel myself shaking, and there is a growing gnawing feeling in my heart, I can't believe what I had just been told, I only really half listened to the words the nurse was saying when she explained to ...read more.


I'm guessing they didn't really have anything else to say. I sat silently in the car as they drove me back to my house, when I arrived I saw my father on his knees, crying, as if he was praying to god to bring back the son that he cherished. I was shocked, it was unusual to see my father crying with such emotion, and he never cries. He has always the strong one, the one we could lean on, almost at once I wanted to comfort him but I felt myself having to hold back more tears I knew would come if I tried. I walked past him and went into the house, I was met first by my baby brother who laughed and cooed in his pram like nothing had ever happened, I loved him for that, his innocence and the fact that he didn't know anything was wrong. ...read more.


The next morning I went into his room, snowdrops and candles soothed the bedside, I saw him for the first time in six weeks, he looked so peaceful, my heart dropped and I started to cry again. I felt so horrible that I was away when this happened. I sat down next to his tiny four-foot box, there was a lump in my throat, he was so pale, he was usually filled with laughter and happiness, he was wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple; I can't believe that is the only thing that took his life away. I spent the next time hours next to my brother; I played with his hair and whispered in his ear that "everything would be all right". ...read more.

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