Wednesday, 28 August 2019

The treasure box- My father is sick & Burial day

My father is sick
My father us really sick. I can see it in his  movements that he is getting weaker
and weaker. His skin is going pale. I stay awake scared of losing him. As his
head goes colder I hold his hand tight knowing he is slipping away.

Burial day

Tears rush out  as I see my father wrapped in a thin cloth getting ready to be
buried in the dirt. Everything they said about my father warmed my heart . I look
down and come to the realization that I am not alone, I am left in the good hands
of our friends and neighbors. I hold the book very tight and tear up as I say my
last goodbyes to my precious Father. 
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