As I watched his eyes close and hear the little coughs.I knew I could not have boarded the coach that awaited me outside my house. I told them to go on with me and I looked over him several times and went down to the chapel inside of my home and prayed like I had never before.
Please God oh merciful one please don'e take my child at this time
he is young and not born the way you had intended but born nonetheless
and he should not be punished for the mistakes of his mother.
I prayed until the tears rolled down my eyes and I found myself on the floor still praying and crying. Jospeh one of the house servants got me off the floor and carried me to my room still sobbing. I have already lost so much this year.I did not want to lose him also.When I finally fell a sleep I dreamed of darkness and when I awoke my mind told me to rush to my son.Where he lay still sleep and still sick as the night went on.I watched him. I watched his little chest rise and fall for hours.
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