December 1, 2018 – 12:19 AM
November 25, 1888
At least the illness had not seemed magical in nature. Magical illnesses can be quite strange and dangerous. The very idea of becoming ill with a magical sickness scares me. Too many thoughts of how papa died fill my head just thinking of such things. It scares me, and saddens me.
I wonder if my siblings have such fears of illnesses that are linked to magic, or even illnesses in general. Do they have such worried thoughts that I carry? Perhaps not. Handsome may even call me overdramatic if he were to hear such thoughts from me. Though he would never say that to any of our sisters. I seem to always get the worst of his judgement, no matter what it is that I am doing.
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