She was dead. The photograph was taken in a family portrait, and my mother was dead. The picture showed that she was stabbed to death in the living room where the photo was taken. Four different stab wounds, two in her neck and two in her heart. Examining the portrait still, i realize that my mother is the only one who would die in ten years. It was gruesome. Blood was splattered everywhere in the room and my mother lied there, dead.
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Compliment- I like the topic you picked basicaly because i like those kinda storys.
Suggestions-Dont really hav any suggestions.
Corrections-dont have anything wrong with it the puncutation is correct n sor is ur capials.
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