Descriptive Essay: A Broken Family

A Broken Family

“I don’t believe any of you suffer as I do,” cried Amy, “for you don’t have to go to school with impertinent girls, who plague you if you don’t know your lessons, and laugh at your dresses, and label your father if he isn’t rich, and insult you when your nose isn’t nice.”

“You are lucky to be able to consider school the hardest thing in your life. Those less fortunate than you had to stop their schooling early to support their families,” murmured Beth. Although Beth was never an avid bookworm like Jo and never a social butterfly like Meg, she liked school more than work.

In fact, Amy was the only March child that was able to attend her final year of secondary schooling, and with their father away it was uncertain whether she

Her response shocked Beth and Amy. For one thing, whenever the March girls asked about their father Meg would go silent. Secondly, Meg was usually the most optimistic March daughter. It was unlike her to think negatively.

“I hope you’re wrong. I hate that our family is broken. With Mother sick and Father fighting…”

“We have never had a broken family, and we never will.” Meg’s brown eyes seemed to get smaller as she said this.

“My apologies. I never meant it in that way, but I remember more wholesome times. When we were younger, you probably still in primary school, we used to put on productions. You would tell everyone what to do. Jo would get frustrated and stomp around, and Amy would forget her lines. But Mother and Father would sit down and watch it. We would all be there together.”

Once the girls finished their sweets they returned home. The sky turned dark gray and the wind was fierce. The girls raced home to beat the fat raindrops. When they arrived home they saw a man in their living room. He was pink faced, young, but looked sad. Meg entered. He stood up.

“I am sad to inform you...your sister Jo has died. She slipped and hit her head on the pavement. I..I was unable to help