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CLASSE: 4ALS

LETTER:

Dear Mortimer,

I know I haven’t written much, but it’s not a bed of roses here either. We are finding life very difficult with you AND Bill being over there to say the least. You didn’t have to go, neither of you. Now there’s more havoc. You are going to have to be the one to decide how to handle this. Bill’s Florrie, can you believe, has been having it off with that lantern jawed old git from the greengrocers. He has to be sixty if he’s a day.

The whole street is agog with it. You can imagine.

She’s denied it all of course, but last Monday old Mrs. Clarke came upon the pair of them suddenly. I won’t say more than that.

We can’t send you anything at the moment, as we have eff all ourselves at present. Still, you might be home soon, please God, because I tell you son, I can’t take much more of all this.

Mum x

This letter was written by a mother to her son Mortimer. She’s sad because che can’t handle her life without her son

Mortimer’s mother is desperate since her son would be the only one to handle this bad situation.

The mother prays to God so that Mortimer comes back to life because she can’t take much more of all this.

I chosen this letter because it was written by a mother to her dead son and it moved me her desperation.