There once was a child named Hope, and she was in the 3rd grade. Hope always was a happy child...she was kind to others, loved life and got very good grades. One day she walked in on her mother on the edge of her bed crying, and asked her what had happened. Her mom looked at her and patted the place next to her. Hope sat down and looked up at her mother wide-eyed and whispered softly, "What happened, Mama?" Her mom gently held Hope's hand and mumbled, "It's Daddy..." her mother suddenly burst out crying and hugged Hope. "Daddy got in a car accident, Baby...he didn't make it..." Hope didn't say anything...when her mother let go, Hope had a single tear streaming down her face. After that, Hope never talked to anyone at school, her grades went downhill and so did her happiness...finally at the age of 16, her mother had gone out to do an errand and left Hope home alone. Hope knew it was her time...she knew she couldn't take it anymore...the constant pain and suffering...she got her bottle of anti-depressants and got a handful of them. She text-ed her mother: I'm sorry Mama...I love you...but I can't take this pain anymore...it's not your fault...you did everything you could...I'll see you in heaven, Mama...:) her mother rushed home and found Hope dead on the bathroom floor with a bottle of pills spilled on the floor. Her mother never moved on and joined her daughter and husband in heaven two years later because a thief shot her after he robbed her. They're now together in heaven, happy with no more pain...no more suffering and no more misery. They were finally happy.
There once was a child named Hope, and she was in the 3rd grade. Hope always was a happy child...she was kind to others, loved life and got very good grades. One day she walked in on her mother on the edge of her bed crying, and asked her what had happened. Her mom looked at her and patted the place next to her. Hope sat down and looked up at her mother wide-eyed and whispered softly, "What happened, Mama?" Her mom gently held Hope's hand and mumbled, "It's Daddy..." her mother suddenly burst out crying and hugged Hope. "Daddy got in a car accident, Baby...he didn't make it..." Hope didn't say anything...when her mother let go, Hope had a single tear streaming down her face. After that, Hope never talked to anyone at school, her grades went downhill and so did her happiness...finally at the age of 16, her mother had gone out to do an errand and left Hope home alone. Hope knew it was her time...she knew she couldn't take it anymore...the constant pain and suffering...she got her bottle of anti-depressants and got a handful of them. She text-ed her mother: I'm sorry Mama...I love you...but I can't take this pain anymore...it's not your fault...you did everything you could...I'll see you in heaven, Mama...:) her mother rushed home and found Hope dead on the bathroom floor with a bottle of pills spilled on the floor. Her mother never moved on and joined her daughter and husband in heaven two years later because a thief shot her after he robbed her. They're now together in heaven, happy with no more pain...no more suffering and no more misery. They were finally happy.
There once was a child named Hope, and she was in the 3rd grade. Hope always was a happy child...she was kind to others, loved life and got very good grades. One day she walked in on her mother on the edge of her bed crying, and asked her what had happened. Her mom looked at her and patted the place next to her. Hope sat down and looked up at her mother wide-eyed and whispered softly, "What happened, Mama?" Her mom gently held Hope's hand and mumbled, "It's Daddy..." her mother suddenly burst out crying and hugged Hope. "Daddy got in a car accident, Baby...he didn't make it..." Hope didn't say anything...when her mother let go, Hope had a single tear streaming down her face. After that, Hope never talked to anyone at school, her grades went downhill and so did her happiness...finally at the age of 16, her mother had gone out to do an errand and left Hope home alone. Hope knew it was her time...she knew she couldn't take it anymore...the constant pain and suffering...she got her bottle of anti-depressants and got a handful of them. She text-ed her mother: I'm sorry Mama...I love you...but I can't take this pain anymore...it's not your fault...you did everything you could...I'll see you in heaven, Mama...:) her mother rushed home and found Hope dead on the bathroom floor with a bottle of pills spilled on the floor. Her mother never moved on and joined her daughter and husband in heaven two years later because a thief shot her after he robbed her. They're now together in heaven, happy with no more pain...no more suffering and no more misery. They were finally happy.
