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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 10:48 am
Mom story
Philomeno
When she was 13 Philomeno meet a prince.She was so beautiful he wanted to marry her.But Philomeno said no.She promise her life to god to help the poor.The prince was so angry,he had her lock up in prison and torture her so she'd die.But Philomeno pray so hard, two angel disguised as birds came and heal all her wounds.When the prince saw,he had her beheaded.The lord love her so much,he made her a saint. She suffer so much,he can't refuse her anything.
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 11:09 am
A letter lay within the paper.It look liked it was written it was when she was ten year old.
Dear mom,
everyone says you're too sick for us to visit.I don't have to see you to know I'm still in your heart.Did I tell you I liked butterflies?Butterflies are beautiful.Besides, they love flowers.And flowers love you.Every day the birds come to tell me you're alright.I listen to them sing.Their music remind how much you and I love each other.I don't know if I'll see you again.Remember whatever happens I'll alway be your ray sun shine.And I'll take you by the hand to show you the moon like I used to.Ask the angel to watch over us.I think we're going to need it. I love you.Your son. The rest was little blank because some ink had water upon it. It was hard to make out the name.
Then a picture of women lay there with knife that had torn with knife liked holes in it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 12:21 pm
I watch my sister Lucina died and Joseph. My step mom told this person. My sister told him that she ate raw potatoes that it was dangerious. And my brother died I miss him. He was smother death.
We shall go no more into the woods, the laurel bushes lie cut.The pretty boy we see,shall we let him dance? Another letter lay in pages.
Dear Mom, I'm writing because I miss you all so much.My foot is getting better. I don't want the Bedards to be sent to jail. I hope your not too sick to come fetch me.I miss you all.I can't wait to see you. The paper was hard to make out.
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