The Color Purple

A Letter from Celie

Dear God,

   In town today I came across the reverend and a little girl. I felt ache in my heart. She was mine. My daughter. Olivia was the name I wanted for her. Why did Pa take her away from me? And the boy my little boy. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been to keep them. What if I had never got big? My mind feel heavy.

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