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My Dearest Mother,

I hope you are well, I have missed you very much these past few months. I hope you like your new home in New York. Lately I have felt as if I need u here more than ever because I’m sure that you have heard of the Boston Massacre. I can assure you that I am fine but unfortunately our dear friend Crispus Attucks was killed during this hectic brawl. In memory of him and 4 other colonists who were killed, I have made a flower garden in front of my house. On wood blocks I named flowers representing the 5 people who lost their lives. On Crispus’s block it reads ‘‘Crispus Attucks, a freed slave and loving friend.’’

It was a dreadful scene. Everything started with kids playing in front of the Boston Customs House. Innocent children playing in snow, making balls and tossing them in the air. Then, a few of the snowballs fell upon the Redcoats and their faces steamed and bursted with anger, they yelled at the children with fury. The poor kids began to cry, being the adults we are, we got up from the benches. I was eating dinner at the bench next to the market across from the Boston Customs House. At this time, I dropped my sandwich and went to give those lobsters backs a piece of my mind. Soon a mob was crowded over The Redcoats, some colonists even had pitch forks.

That is when the scene I refuse to remember started. Someone, an unknown person yelled “FIRE”!!! Gunshots were fired toward us, only a few of us being wounded. We charged toward the Redcoats trying to get the respect we deserved. I ran out the mob and hid behind bushes and a cart of vegetables. I saw the faces of the children, some were in shock, other in tears. I huddled with them, trying to ignore the screams and gunshots that were just around the corner.

Slowly, I took a peak from behind the cart and then I saw a bloody red shadow lurking upon the ground. Beyond the gallons of blood I saw Crispus, his body, there dead. Gun smoke flustered in the air, but it was clear to see the Redcoats coming, more and more Redcoats coming to help their fellow soldiers. Colonists yelled and begged to stop, but, they just wouldn’t. We ran, the mob that we had formed about an hour ago had disappeared leaving behind only those who had lost their lives. It was now night time and as I walked the children to their houses, not a word peaked out of my mouth. I went to sleep that night in tears, thinking we will fight back. Please keep me in your heart and in your thoughts. Write me back.