It all started in the year 1912 the year when thousands of dreams including mine where answered. It was March 21 when my parents somehow gambled the four tickets off of some scum who lives on the street. Some strange things happened after the first day. Mama started acting sick really really sick. Every day she would either sleep for hours and hours or cry, vomit, or talk to her self in bad ways. On April 3rd mamas sickness got even worse. One night mama was talking to herself when papa was getting our crates of food, salted biscuits, and water. I heard a faint voice. " Dear God, may you carry my family to greatness after i pass." It made me teary, and frightened to think about life without mama. On April 5th at 3:15 mamas prayers were answered god took her for the better and the 11 years i spent with her where filled with laughter. When i saw the bold looking men cover mama in a black tarp papa and my sisters were sobbing. I was sad but it did not make me cry it made me think of all of the memories she had and created with me.
Thanks for reading a little bit of my story tell me if you like it and if you want me to keep reading
*Natale
