Dear Judith,
I went on the swing today. I just had to remember you. You are the only person who can help me with my problem. . .
I have been thinking. . . my life doesn't matter. Mom and dad wouldn't care if I left. No one would. But if I left, I would have a chance to be with you.
I don't know what I want to be when I grow up, I'm not smart, I can't help people, I just keep making mistakes. . . mistakes like the one that got you killed. I don't deserve to be here when your life mattered more than mine ever did.
Being on the swing set, thinking about you, it helps me sort out my problems. And I think I know what I'm going to do about this one.
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...
