Renaissance Invention Essay
Renaissance invention
S-Y-N-O-N-Y-M what kind of word is this? But more importantly, how the heck am I supposed to pronounce this, I frustratedly thought to myself.
“Trying to read again”. Dad asked as he walked in my room with a fabricated smile face.
“Yep, Can you help me again? I asked in a wary voice
“Maybe later, you know our neighbors Johannes Gutenberg?
“Yeah” I responded “what about him?”
“He’s working on some printing press that I’m helping him with”,He added.
“See you at dinner”. He responded, leaving the room.
Great, my dad’s the only educated person in the family and not to be mean but my mom can’t even read the simplest word, can. Yes, and I know what you’re going to say next. It’s normal, average people like us can’t read or write. Well, I believe that …show more content…
I came out with.
“You know how there’s no cure for the black death?”
“Yeah” I concernedly mumbled.
“I don’t think he’s ever coming back”. She said grievously.
“What do you mean?” I asked in a daze.
“He’s dead”, she broke.
Tears began to fill her eyes as she left the room. The tricky thing about grief is what are you suppose to feel? Frightened, heartbroken? I walked in my room and collapsed onto the ground in tears. I guess it's important to feel whatever it is that you feel. But it isn't just that, losing someone you care about the most hurts more than you could imagine. It's like every little microscopic piece of your heart has been broken into a million pieces. Waking up the next day was a feeling of dim, dark and gloomy inside. It seems like everything that happened yesterday was all a dream, but it wasn't. it was real. I went outside to get more water for the family. Johannes saw me at the well.
"Hey, I'm really sorry about your loss, but I might have something to cheer you up". He said.
He made me follow him to his workshop and showed me what he was working on. And I saw the machine.
“Is that the printing press?” I
S-Y-N-O-N-Y-M what kind of word is this? But more importantly, how the heck am I supposed to pronounce this, I frustratedly thought to myself.
“Trying to read again”. Dad asked as he walked in my room with a fabricated smile face.
“Yep, Can you help me again? I asked in a wary voice
“Maybe later, you know our neighbors Johannes Gutenberg?
“Yeah” I responded “what about him?”
“He’s working on some printing press that I’m helping him with”,He added.
“See you at dinner”. He responded, leaving the room.
Great, my dad’s the only educated person in the family and not to be mean but my mom can’t even read the simplest word, can. Yes, and I know what you’re going to say next. It’s normal, average people like us can’t read or write. Well, I believe that …show more content…
I came out with.
“You know how there’s no cure for the black death?”
“Yeah” I concernedly mumbled.
“I don’t think he’s ever coming back”. She said grievously.
“What do you mean?” I asked in a daze.
“He’s dead”, she broke.
Tears began to fill her eyes as she left the room. The tricky thing about grief is what are you suppose to feel? Frightened, heartbroken? I walked in my room and collapsed onto the ground in tears. I guess it's important to feel whatever it is that you feel. But it isn't just that, losing someone you care about the most hurts more than you could imagine. It's like every little microscopic piece of your heart has been broken into a million pieces. Waking up the next day was a feeling of dim, dark and gloomy inside. It seems like everything that happened yesterday was all a dream, but it wasn't. it was real. I went outside to get more water for the family. Johannes saw me at the well.
"Hey, I'm really sorry about your loss, but I might have something to cheer you up". He said.
He made me follow him to his workshop and showed me what he was working on. And I saw the machine.
“Is that the printing press?” I