Dear Judith,
I want to see you. Sometimes it's hard to remember what you look like. I remember seeing you in that wooden box that went in the ground. Your skin was freezing and I remember that there was a rose in your hand.
When you went into the ground, mommy and daddy were crying. They told me I didn't need to watch, but I don't understand why they were so sad. I know you are coming back. You are my sister. Please come back.
Love,
Justice
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Dear Judith,
Short Storyin which 7-year-old Justice writes letters to her younger sister Judith, who recently passed away. *** After a childhood accident, Judith was taken away from her family at the age of 5, and she leaves Justice, her sister, to live life without her. S...
