*writing on a book* When my mother became sick, she could not look after the family properly. When making dinner, she had a coughing fit. My father told my brother to run to the priest and bring him to our small shack. The priest came and told my mum to stay in bed and no-one should come to her side unless to bring food. As the days past she grew sicker and sicker. She got large blue/black spots on her neck, arms and face. A week later, when I went to give her food, she was dead.
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