Twelve: JACOB

From The Diary Of Jacob Kush

Dear Diary,

I remember the day when my sister was born. She had emerald green eyes and beautiful blond hair. I wish I could see her again one last time, but I can't because she's dead.

She was playing outside on the swingset, then she was gone. Later that evening we found her body.

It was a pity she had to go so soon. After all how many 10 year olds die? None really.

I hope she is happy up with God in heaven.

Jacob K.

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