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Monologue On Death

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It’s been 7 years now that I’ve concealed the truth about the death of my husband. The events that happened that day haunts me every time I look at the spot where he lay dead. My child who is now 7 years old have been asking where his daddy is, but I couldn’t respond immediately. It was difficult to get over with. I’ve made a very big sin in my life. The police had no idea who did it, but the search kept on going, day and night. I didn’t want to tell them the truth, I did it for a reason. I don’t want him to leave me and my poor child. In any case, despite everything I still believe that I still picked the right choice of not telling them. Ever since my husband died, I went through lots of medications because of mental illness. I was worried that my child wouldn’t survive through all of my conditions, but I was thankful enough that my friend Mary accompanied me through my complicated and unpleasant life. Mary didn’t likewise know who killed my husband. She was asked by the investigators and the police, yet they found no …show more content…

He just started the job so I thought possible this would be simple. He won’t find any evidence because the only thing he would find is the leg of lamb that I generally serve when they are in the house. But I judged him too early in light of the fact as he stepped in the house he was already looking at the material that are shaped like a baseball bat. When he sat down to have a meal he scrutinized at the leg of lamb and called the police. I didn’t precisely know what was truly was going on. He said to the other police that he may have been found other evidence. It’s the leg of the lamb, it’s shape like a baseball bat but bigger. They study and interrogated me with lots of questions. We went to the police headquarters to do the interrogation, but I refused it because there’s no one to watch over Leo. Yet they said that he’ll be fine, he will be with the other

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