Nifi's letter
by Theresa fogarty
If you love me. Please save me from the humiliation of losing my dignity, what is one to do after losing his youth and energy? Spare me from being mocked. I can no longer eat the foods I love, the ones I wasn't suppose to have, let alone the dish I am suppose to have. My body is shutting down. I am now crippled. I have no pride left, I am dying of old age. Mom said she saw twinkle in my eyes while talking to me, simple gesture of me thanking you all. I have had a long fullfilling life,and Dad, even through your tough times of mild heart attacks, you still took care of me. Theresa, and Vita all you visits here to see me. I am 98 years old. Please let me go, yet, keep my memories fresh and green by loving another one like me.
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