A very sad story

I love my little sister because there are five things I can say about her, first one is kind, second one is caring, third one is loving, fourth one is sweet, and the fifth one is she loves everybody. I love her so much that I will never be mean to her. My mother and father say to never let go of each other. One day my mom went to work and the next mine it you know she dead. I cried holding on to my sisters hand. My father was more sad then we were. My sister and I didn't understand at all what was going on. The next day I was talking to my father and asked what's going on. He said your mother will not be with as anymore why I asked with a sad face because my father said she was hurt badly. My little sister said is mother up with the angles now yes my father said. I looked with a sad face and ran to my and screamed into my pillow and said why it not fare. The next day her father her sister Lu were not at home. It was December 25, 2006 and it's my Sissy B-day.

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