It pricked her like a needle, but the pain was different. It was sudden like the needle and a tiny stab at first. Then it felt bigger and greater than she could describe to any other person. It was no new discovery that grief hit people hard. In fact, she had expected difficulty as she thought often of life and death. As she cried tears of the loudest variety, screaming to God or whoever else was responsible for this fate, she knew that her childhood was over.