A year ago today your life was stripped away from us. Today I sit by your grave writing to you. I did not bring your mother as she's still cooped up in your room. Part of me believes her time has come and she's been meddling with you along with the saints above. However, faint footsteps and wheezing assures me she meddles with the living. I bear your favorite flowers, forget me nots and blue bells to honor your never ending loving and warm soul, the flowers of which you fell in love with when you were just a mere girl. For I also bear pink carnations to honor my mourning. Today you turn nine years old. Nine years old my darling Iphigena. If the gods had not forsaken you, you’d be within our embrace to celebrate a new year of your life. I weep at your grave, tears littering this page as I speak to you my dear. I miss you every passing day. Please come home to me, for my arms are cold and my heart aches.
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An entry A Day, Just to See You Once More
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...
