The house broke 6 years ago. Drama. Emily and Lydia are 6. Emily is out in the garden, making dolls out  vegtables, fun. Lydia is nitting. Daddy died last night. Not John, he was already dead. I’m talking about Adam. I’m sitting drinking tea when Lydia comes running down to me. “MMMMMOOOOOMMMMMMMYYYYYY!” She says dramatically. “Yes?” “Why did Daddy die?” “Because he did.” Oh.”  “Hows the nitting going?” “Bad.”

THE NIGHT BEFORE…

It was a normal night. I playing with Emily and Lydia. Carolina brought in mollases cookies, then started playing with Lydia. Suddenly Lily burst in “Oh its a sad thing!!” “You poor baby girl!!” “What?” I ask, slightly sure Lily had gone crazy!!!”He’s dead, so dead!” “Grandpa?” Asked Emily, slightly alarmed.”No… D-D-D-” “ADAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”  I screamed hysterically. I rushed out on to the seen of death. 5 bodies lay dead, 1 of thems Adams.

I’m to sad to continue,

                                               ADELINE J.