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The Fantasy Diaries: The Diary of Marie Locklear

December 14 1789
Our little baby sister is sick, and sleeps in her cradle. She has lived for only five months and I dearly will her to live. Last night I heard Mama and Papa praying in front of our dear sister. Then after Papa had come upstairs I heard Mama say, "Thou shalt not die Lucy. Thou shalt live." Mama has had few children that live through their first winter. I have five brothers, and one sister. I dearly hope she lives.