It was a cool fall day in the New England city of Boston, Massachusetts. As I was walking to school I noticed many poor and homeless people scattered on the benches and streets of South Boston. I felt my eyes get red and puffy as I felt a small tear tumble down my small cheek. I quickly grabbed one of my soft sanitized tissues out of my pocket to wipe my tears away so no would noticed. I felt an icy breeze blow against my wet face. I felt patches of dry skin start to form on my sensitive face.
"Beep, beep," I saw a yellow and black figure turn the corner of my quiet lonely street. I heard loud chattering of kids young and old of this public bus.
"Good morning sweetie!" Greeted Mrs. Nancy with a cheery smile on her wrinkly face.
"Good morning Mrs. Nancy!" I said in a in a solemn way.
"What's with the long face my darling?"
"Nothing mam!" I said in a nervous way.
"Ok my darling hop in the back!" Exclaimed mrs. Nancy.
"Yes mam!" I
Whispered.
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Mary My Love
SpiritualThis is a story about a young middle school girl from Boston who has a vision of the Blessed Virgin Mary. This young girl Madeline is from a fairly rich family who is not that familiar with the Catholic Church or Christian faith. In this story Madel...
