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Personal Narrative: Death Of A Child

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I’m sorry about your poor mother. I remember when I had first heard about the incident. I felt all the grief for you, I couldn’t imagine what you must be feeling right now. I remember back when I was a kid lots of trauma had happened to me and my close family and friends. A freak accident had happened to my best friend. She had a baseball kill her dog. She was watching her little brother’s baseball games with her dog, and then all the sudden a ball came out of left field and hit her dog right in the head, killing him on impact. It’s not as horrible as your mother’s accident, but I remember watching her and her family burst into tears as they picked up there puppy and put him into the car so they could take him home to bury him. Ten years later

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