No disturbances when watching the tv. I saw the butterfly struggling. I wanted to help it. It looked as if it ws in so mush pain. I decides that I would help. I broke its prision, I k had done something good. I stood up and watch it go and go and gp. Freedom. Freedom. Th butrefly felt feeedom. All a sudden it srtart to fall form air. It fell on rock. It was died. I felt sad. So bad day for me. I try to help but butterfly dies. Very unfair. I pln revenge on Raquel. I will stael her doll and throughit away. Mother said Raquel is siogk. Why did mother say Raquel is sick. Maybe that’s why she breathe funny whern she cry and run. One day Raquel started to have pain in chest. She was taken to hospital at niggt. The doctors had to opetate on her.She did not survive the operation. Raquel my sister was dead. On November 12 she died and we buried her. It ws muy fault she die. I asked daddy f it was me who madre reaquel to die. I was feeling guilty. In wanted to tellherc sorry for the bad things I had done to her. I told papa about the butterfly. I had killed it but I wasd tryinh to help it.It was my fault,. Guilt guilt guilt fgiuilt. My father asked me what was wrong. I told him the butterfly I was rescuing. He explind that I should have left . I should let it to struggle. Father told me it was aa way of making butterflys strong. Befor they can fly they theyneed to grow. When the wngs form they are still weak. The roun thing protects them. It makes the wings strong. Dad told me I was going to be stong on the inside.
“She started it,” I shouted with loudest of my voice. “No it’s him who teased me first. He said I looked like a ….” “Shut up both of you! You don’t you know your sister is sick” my mother said. However, at this point I knew she would not be taking sides this time. I knew what was coming. She gave us both that common look which meant we were going to get a proper beating. The last time I had tried to escape, she had chased me