Christmas nears, and the house feels empty without your presence. Our usual holidays, ecstatic over a house full of wonder and glee were now full of woe and sorrow. Instead of bright decorative lights, festive lit candles, and joyous laughter, cobwebs adorned the corners of our house, and only the light of day and the soft dimmed fire in the night . Dread and grief swallows your body whole, the overwhelming presence of mourning eats at your skin. Your mother still weeps your name, she lays in your bed, her sobs echo throughout the night, I beg and plead for her to come to bed, to eat, to be a human. And she never budges, not a single limb moved, just the tremble of her swollen lips as redden eyes stare a thousand miles away as if you’ll come home to her. It breaks my heart to see the woman I love wisp away, your death has taken a toll on us both. Whoever cursed you, the gods, or the devil himself, such sickness was never deserved for a soul as pure as yours. We miss you dearly. Merry Christmas my darling Iphigenia.
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Spiritual[[An old highschool English assignment]] A young family of 35, living in an era of the 1600's face a dreadful fate after their daughter of 8 years old, died. Iphigenia, having been ill of a mysterious disease with no cure, passed off as the flu, pas...
