Dear Tom
At the moment I am not getting better. I feel very weak. But soon I will get better.
Yesterday Mama came to visit me. When she saw me she ran over to me and said:
Oh my darling. How do you feel?
-Not better I whispered.
She stroked my forehead gently like only a mother can.
When it was lunch time she helped feed me.
I can't write much because I'm tired.
I miss you
Love
Emma
YOU ARE READING
I will always love you
Short StoryIn the Victorian era many people fell ill with consumption. Sixteen year old Emma Dernwood is one of them. While in hospital she sends letters to her beau Tom. The teenagers have many dreams for the future but will they come true?
