I could have saved her if she had only listened to me. I had nourishment that could have kept her alive but she refused to eat what I had to offer. I watched her starve to death.😞
Fighting back tears I begged
her to eat but she smiled telling me not to take her death so hard. She said, “I have no choice. I’m not a Jack. I’m a
Jill.”
I begged her to reconsider. I
found myself shouting as she passed on, “It’s
perfectly good and nourishing food. Americans have been eating it since 1896!
Please take a handful!”
I don’t know if I will ever
stop hearing her sweet voice saying her last words, “I’m a Jill”.
Would I kid u?
Smartfella
