Fiction: + J.M.J +
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Jesus Mary Joseph
+ J.M.J +
Oct 19, 1960
Dear Mama,
Why don’t you write? I never hear from you anymore. Did you remember
my birthday? It was last week. I am 10 yrs. old now. Auntie sent me a walking
doll with long red hair, just like mine, except Hillarys hair is straight, not
curly. Aunt Gwen gave me a teddy bear, it even has a zipper in it’s belly so I
can make him fat or skinney. I like him skinney, but when I get mad I make him
fat (ha, ha).
Nana says I should write you a letter even if you don’t write me. She
says its the polite thing to do, I guess shes right but I sure wish you would
write back. I wish you loved me.
Why dont you love me anymore?
I HATE YOU!
…
I’m sorry,
God, i didn’t mean it…Mama can’t help it, shes sick.
I promise, I’ll be good from now on. I’ll pray for my mom
*
For Tuesday
read about when the slaves were freed.
Emancipation
Proclaimation?
Samantha Anne Mallory
♥’s
Kenny S.
*Note: confess
Mortal Sin on Fri. (4th commendment?) What will my Penance be? 1 Our Father, 3
Hail Marys, 1 Act of Contrition? A whole Rosary? Scrape table (UGH) for a week?
If I wait until Fri. and I die before my confession, will I still go to Hell, even if I’m sorry now?
– Samantha Anne Mallory (crumpled note found in 1990 among important family documents)
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“+ J.M.J. +,” © copyright 1994 - present, by Jennifer Semple Siegel, may not be reprinted or reposted without the express permission of the author. From “Are You EVER Going to be Thin? (and other stories),” published 1994 and republished 2012 on Amazon.
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