Fourth and Goal!
Avery, Sr. John Edward
When I got to the cemetery it was still dark. I found my way to my mother's grave. I told her my whole heart. I gave her a report about all her children . we are blame for everything that is broke or missing . I have to fight for them all the time. Pounene i am tired, I have no more to give, this is too much for me. I began to cry. I was so sure she would get up out of that grave, but she never did. the sun was coming up. death must be a power...
