I am still really sick. I had a Christmas play last week and I threw up all over the Baby Jesus. Mrs. Peachtree tried to pick me up, but I threw up on her too. I had to go to the hospital again and I hate the hospital. Nanny told me the doctors told her that there is something really wrong with me. When Mummy came to visit, she cried. Do you think I am going to die? If I do, can I come stay with you in hell? xoxo, Louise Margaret Lafayette
I’m gonna fucking cry
