It's very choppy and does not flow to well, but I hope it inspires you to write something of your own that would be better.
As a young man entering a serious world, I, Peter Rose, had learned to become serious. The world was cold and so was I; a match made in the depths of hell. Never, as a working man, had I noticed the blue skies outside my office window, nor could I smell the sweet aroma of croissants in the bakery I would pass on my walk home, and not once I had a heard the beautiful singing of my neighbors' daughter through the thin walls of the apartments. With a serious heart, I knew no joy. Forgetting my memories of fun in the park with friends, rushes of adrenaline from amusement park rides, peace and serenity given to me through a cup of tea and a good book to read, and the love I had given to a girl back home, I only knew the stoic emotions and numbness. Life was all hard work and nothing more-- until I lost my mother, a woman full of emotions and excitement.
"Death is dreadful, my dear son," she said to me with eyes full of contentment. "but do not focus on the strict sense of it. Focus instead on the enjoyments of life, for life is serious, yet free. Appreciate life." Holding her cold hand, I promised to her, "So, then, I shall remember to live. It is what I owe."
Though it had been hard for me, I kept my promise to her, never forgetting to live life. The past years have been a journey of sense and emotion to me as I gaze at the bright blue skies through my office window, smell and taste the pastries in the cheerful bakery that I spend time at telling stories of wonder to other customers after a day's hard work, and enjoy the voice of the little woman next door-- whose concerts I attend in the good company of her parents. I have reconnected with old friends with whom I take to parks for some good fun, and I have reconnected with my old love, the girl back at home who now is my wife. Life is wonderful, though death is serious and I mourn my mother still, however, it is my loss that has brought me joy in the end.
It means that all the things that have the impression that the place was ugly and dull disappeared in the light of twilight. In the twilight it looked powerful and beautiful.
The word that has the same root word as "intercept" is: interception.
The word part which is used to change the part of speech of the word intercept to the new part of speech is: -ion (suffix)
The part of speech this new form of the word is: noun
Explanation:
We can easily see that the words "intercept" in excerpt A and "interception" in excerpt B are very similar. What is the difference between them? Notice that "interception" has some extra letters: -ion. This is a suffix, that is, a group of letters added to a word with the purpose of changing it. While "intercept" is a verb, "interception" is a noun, precisely because of the addition of the suffix. "Interception" means the action of intercepting, that is, of preventing someone or something that is moving toward a destination.
