Dear Judith,
Do you remember our swing set? Mommy and Daddy kept it in memory of you. Your name is still carved into the wooden planks.
Mom and Dad don't allow me to go on the swing set, but sometimes I go out there and pretend you are swinging next to me. . . I wish you could be here next to me.
It's getting hard to have fun without you. I really miss my little sister. Please come back, Judith. You're my best friend.
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...
