One day, in a faraway land, you could see a small girl named Jill going up the hill.
The next day, in a faraway land, you could see the same small girl, named Jill, fall down the same hill you had seen her go up the day before.
The next day, Jill, the girl you had seen the day before, died from falling down the hill.
The next day, Jill was in a coffin, at her funeral.
The next day, You came up with the
idea of writing her life biography and it is now complete !!!
You are very welcome Jill!
