After all the suggestions and recommendations that I gave to Mrs. Rubias to improve her manuscript, she accuses me now of copying her revised work. I cannot believe it! What is she talking about? My manuscript is different from hers. you could compare them yourself. and when you think about it: why would  I copy from a poorly written manuscript? Also, how could I copy her revised work if she hasn't even submitted yet?

Tin- tin spent her final hours in her own room, marveling at the scene from her window. She enjoyed the calm weather, the morning warmth of the sun, and the chirping of the birds to be among her last memories. She knew that her body would soon give up and that she would not see the following day.

After nearly an hour of waiting, aid finally came. The emergency responders worked quickly and the boy was in the ambulance in less than five minutes. That was a good thing. However, the woman, whose pot of plant had fallen from the window ledge and had hit the boy on the head, was not even questioned by the police. The boy's father was angry and upset that justice had not taken place.

Just as Enrico was entering the theme park, he heard a commotion going on where the roller coaster ride was. There were cries for help. Many people ran in that direction. He decided to find out what happened.

It was the only picture we had together, so I framed it for keepsakes.