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Authors note; the first 50 words in this short story are from the original story and i wrote this piece to improve in ideas.

The boy wanted to say something else other that "Thank you, ma’am" to Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones, but he couldn’t do so as he turned at the barren stoop and looked back at the large woman in the door. He barely managed to say "Thank you" before she shut the door. And he never saw her again. Until one day on December 1942 behind a nice church on the corner of Churchill road only a few blocks away from her old house. Witch for some reason was locked up nice and tight with a massive lock. As he strolled through the back lot looking for her because he had heard she was here, and he was here to tell her the good news that he was going off to World War 2 now that he was old enough. After a few hours of looking he found her toward the back of the lot next to bench as he drew closer he sat on the bench. And had conversation with her and told her how he was joining the war. When he left he checked out from the church and the priest asked him what his relationship with her was. Roger paused then thought about and said “She was my mother” The priest replied “sorry, but all good things must end”.