Celebrating Awesomeness (?) 
The Bread Salt
NVM Gonzalez

The only thing that made me cling to read the story was the cute struggle for love of a fourteen year-old boy for a girl. But I didn’t even understand the part of where scenes of the grandma and grandpa appeared. Or maybe I was just too lazy and tired to think that I know.

I read a story in our fiction class titled, “Thirteen” which I think also offered the same realization with this one. I was happy to think remind myself until now that this boy played violin in the story. Violin reminds me of a classic love. And should I consider this as a classic love then? Perhaps. I found it cute that he was one of those classic boys, allow me to say this, who tries to court a girl through the traditional way when he cited, “Schubert’s Serenade” and that he wanted “to buy a box of linen stationery.”

And all of those emotional enveloping the boy, it was so teenager’s. His sudden desire to give Aida “a brooch” was perhaps his struggle to say his adoration for the girl. And his plan of borrowing her “algebra book” to press his “uwritten” letter. I love these drama here, “Not once had I tried to tell her of my love. My letters had remained unwwritten, and the algebra book unborrowed. There was still brooch to find, but I could not decide on the sort of brooch I really wanted.”

Back to the story’s realization and “Thirteen”, the last sentence concluded this all: “It was not quite five, and the bread was not yet ready.” And that his love for Aida was just not yet quiet matured. There are more to experience in life that should be considered. Maybe he “was not yet ready.”