My favorite story

The Little Match Girl (First-Person Narrative)

The winter night was freezing. I walked the streets, shivering in my ragged dress. With a bundle of matches in hand, I begged for a few coins.

In a corner, I sat down and struck a match. It flared up, revealing a warm fireplace. Another match brought visions of a sumptuous feast.

Then, I saw my grandmother, smiling warmly. I reached out to her, and the world around me faded.

In the morning, they found me, a smile still on my face. I had found my peace, with my grandmother in heaven.