Romans & histoires Life Note

DARLA'S POINT OF VIEW As I sat on the bed, I picked up the watch that had been in the box containing Jacob's belongings. Slipping it onto my wrist, I felt a surge of memories flood back - memories I thought were lost forever. Jacob, my older brother, was more than just a sibling; he was my hero. With his brown eyes, brown hair, and chiseled features, he had inherited our mom's striking appearance. Jacob died in a car accident. His body was ravaged by the intense flames. The only way we were able to identify him was through his trusty wristwatch, which he always wore. The watch now on my wrist was a strong reminder of that fateful day.