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Let me tell you a story...
Back in the 1800s there once was woman named Hana Tompson, she just turned 25 years old. . . And she had a husband, 31 years old, named Jake in the war. They had three children together.
One was ten, her name was Merry, the other, Jobe, was five, and the youngest, John, was just newly born.
There were people outside their house, some, considered it a mansion, the biggest in all of Georgia. And they had torches so
she hid with her children in the pantry where the men couldn't find her.
Soon, the youngest one started to cry, very loudly.
The men began to get closer.
So she had to make a choice,
to take the youngest ones life, or they would all surely die.
She loved her children. . . So she made a choice to let the little one go, so she covered his mouth and pinched his nose.
The next day came and the men had gone.
She cried for days, and got very sick.
But soon she got over it with the help of a friend, a black women named Rose. Most people would consider her a slave, but she didn't think of her friend that way. She was a good friend of the family. They basically adopted the woman.
A month or so later after the incedent,
she found out that the men that had come were part of their side of the war. . .
She died, a week later, of heart break.
Back in the 1800s there once was woman named Hana Tompson, she just turned 25 years old. . . And she had a husband, 31 years old, named Jake in the war. They had three children together.
One was ten, her name was Merry, the other, Jobe, was five, and the youngest, John, was just newly born.
There were people outside their house, some, considered it a mansion, the biggest in all of Georgia. And they had torches so
she hid with her children in the pantry where the men couldn't find her.
Soon, the youngest one started to cry, very loudly.
The men began to get closer.
So she had to make a choice,
to take the youngest ones life, or they would all surely die.
She loved her children. . . So she made a choice to let the little one go, so she covered his mouth and pinched his nose.
The next day came and the men had gone.
She cried for days, and got very sick.
But soon she got over it with the help of a friend, a black women named Rose. Most people would consider her a slave, but she didn't think of her friend that way. She was a good friend of the family. They basically adopted the woman.
A month or so later after the incedent,
she found out that the men that had come were part of their side of the war. . .
She died, a week later, of heart break.
~Story by: JoeyOtaka/[R]eno/Sailor Dawn
& Edited by: WeLikeToParty
once, there was this woman... and she had a husben in the war...they had 3 children together
one was 10, one was 5 and the other was just newly born
(this is back in the 1800's))
there we're people out side there house and they had torches
she hid with her children in a place where she didnt think that the men would look
soon... the youngest one started to cry, very loudly
the men began to get closer
so she had to make a choice
to take the youngest ones life, or they would all surely die
she loved her children...so she made a choice to let the little one go... so she covered his mouth and pinched his nose
the next day came and the men had gone
she cryed for days and got very sick
but soon she got over it with the help of a friend that most people would call a slave, but she didnt think of her friend that way. she was a good friend of the familey. they basicly adopted the woman
a month or so later after the insident
she found out that the men that had come was part of there side of the war...
she died a week later of heart break
