Chapter three:

That very night Juan had thoughts rolling through his head. He was dead and Jolee knew it. She knew he was dead and had to get the message to his family. But how—how was she going to find them?
That night she snuck into his room and told the other soldiers she had to pack up all of Juan’s things to remove them. Instead she bought them back to her tent and searched recklessly.
“Oh my God” She screeched in excitement. She found something—something in an envelope with an address on it. Inside was a picture of Rosa, Juan, and Jorge. She slipped it in her jacket and put everything else in the duffle bag how she found it.

Dear Mrs. Diaz,
Hello, my name is Jolee Martinez. I met your son Juan when he came to me with a womb. I am one of the few female doctors that got to travel with the soldiers to war. I am blessed to have this opportunity. So far the war is going well, but many are losing loved ones. Speaking of loved ones I just want to let you know that Juan was killed yesterday afternoon. I’m very sorry to have to tell you this, but it’s true. Juan and I became quite close. He told me secrets that he said he couldn’t tell anyone outside of his family. One of which really surprised me, I’m sure you what it is. Jorge his twin brother is supposed to be here, but was diagnosed with cancer, correct? I think that is extremely brave of him to risk his life for his sick brother. You should be proud of him for his bravery and strength! Again, I am truly sorry for your lost. He’s told me so much about you and how much you love and care for him and Jorge. You sound like a sweet woman. I found a photo of you, Juan, and Jorge in an envelope, but your husband wasn’t in it, so please send him my love. I send you and your son my love too, and hope to meet you all soon.
Love,
Jolee



Chapter 4

1821- 65, 000 soldiers go home to their families that have changed over the missed years of war time.
“Thump thump” Jolee knocked on the door with her soft, skinny, dark hands.
Rosa slowly walked over to the door with her fragile bony legs she had grown over the past years.
“Who is it”? Rosa struggled to say before opening the door.
“It’s Jolee, I know of your son Juan Martinez”
Rosa quickly opened the door having flash backs of the letter she had received with the news of her boys death. She would always try to sketch in her mind how she thought Jolee looked, but now was the time she would get the chance to find out what she had been thinking about for several years.
As she opened the door it creaked loudly.
Jolee grabbed Rosa’s hand happily “Hello Mrs. Diaz it’s a pleasure to meet you” she shook her hand up and down not giving Rosa a chance to speak.
“Hello Jolee its nice to finally meet you too, I’d like to let you know I’m single, so it’s Ms. Diaz, not Mrs.
“Oh I am very sorry, how embarrassing” Jolee laughed to herself trying not to get too obnoxious. Jolee was very shocked that Rosa didn’t have a husband, because that was not common in the years that she were living.
Rosa invited her in with a friendly wave pointing in the direction of inside the house. As Jolee walked in she smelt the strong smell of flour tortilla's come from the kitchen.
"Is Jorge here"? Jolee asked not knowing if he had still been living, because he had not been mentioned in the last letters that had been sent to her.
Rosa flipped her long, thick, black hair back and softly said "yes" as if it were a little white lie. "He's not well, actually he's not well at all for that matter. He's very ill. I dont want to say this, but I know just as much as he and the doctors do that he doesnt have much life time left," she mentioned after an awkward moment of silence. Jolee looked down at her knee's. "I'm truly sorry to hear that Ms. Diaz."
Rosa got up and walked to the kitchen. She looked over her shoulder and said "yes I'm sure you are."

Chapter 5.
Rosa was picking out the blackest dress she could wear for her son's funeral. She knew this day would come and hated it. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it"?
"It's the governmen"
Rosa had no idea why the government would be at her door so she opened up to see what they wanted.
"Ms. Diaz you're under arrest for violating war policies"
"What"? Rosa could not understand what the three tall men in front of her were talking about.

They took her to jail; because of the her Juan and Jorge had switched places. They were both dead so it didnt bother her much. She was a lonely old woman, who lived a terrifying life, watching her son die everyday and having another son killed in war.