I sit at home still, and news has gotten around that Mrs. Harrell has given birth to healthy baby boy, named Aaron. I am happy, but i know of some who aren't. Like Mr. Harrell; who doesn't care much for his children or his wife. And that makes me a little iff edge and sad. I am glad my father isn't like that. Miss Bertha comes to see me, and she became very alarmed when she saw my finger. Then she put some disgusting smelling salve on my hand and over top of my finger. It stung and I squeezed my eyes shut against the pain. She then wrapped up my finger again and told me to not use that hand for a week. Naturally I obeyed, and sat in my bed all day, with nothing to do.
When the family cam home that evening, I listened as Katie started to tell me the Pauline's sister, Arlene; would be taking my place as the sweeper. I felt bad for Arlene and felt even 
worse when Katie told me that I had injured Pauline's ankle severly, making it impossible for her to work or move on that foot. Later when the flowers are out, I will send her a bunch with a note, telling her that I am sorry. For now, i will pray to God that she will be okay.
worse when Katie told me that I had injured Pauline's ankle severly, making it impossible for her to work or move on that foot. Later when the flowers are out, I will send her a bunch with a note, telling her that I am sorry. For now, i will pray to God that she will be okay.
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