Evoking feelings through writing

Sadness

As I looked into the pale face of the boy in the casket, tears began to well up in my eyes. Vivid, happy memories floated through my mind: the smile on his mother's face when he was born; his first awkward steps across our old brown carpet; the way hugged me, still sobbing, after he scraped his knee on his bicycle; the way his face turned bright red when his aunt Lucy would kiss him on the cheek...such a contrast to the ashen face I now viewed.
 

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