Here is the opening paragraph of my story.
I have a love/hate relationship ship with it. I grow fond of it after re-reading it again and again, but I think I could improve it.
Ela was crying.
She was just a child, and her world had collapsed. Three days earlier, she had been in her mother's arms, under the large ash tree in their garden. Her mother smiled tenderly at her, telling her that their time had finally come. Soon they would both leave, soon they would return home, they would have enough to eat, and they would never be cold again. For three days, her father had been silent. for three days, her little brother had cried because he wouldn't be going with them.
Now, her mother was dead

















