That was the time my husband, George, my sister, Eliza and I lived. Being born in a low class, we worked every day. Living in such a dull society was intolerable and our only comfort was each other’s unconditional love. But one day, something devastating, something unimaginable happened to us…
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It was a gloomy afternoon, I remembered, when my sister Eliza felt sick unexpectedly as several red buboes appeared on her groin. Just symptoms of tiredness, she will get better, nothing is going to happen…nothing… We thought.
We had no idea what was coming though. It was the Black Death.
An awful sense of anxiety struck me as these buboes did not cure over the days. I could wait no longer for her to see the doctor for I fear her life may flicker away, second by second, minute by minute... Tears burnt my eyes; my lips trembled as I approached Eliza and saw her suffering from this dreadful illness. I wished I could share the pain with her. I sighed, as I reached the coins we saved, realising how inadequate the amount was. …show more content…
“Emily, I have already spread some herbs on my groin. I don’t need to see the doctor. Don’t worry, I will get better. ” Eliza breathed with difficulty, wiping away the tears on my cheek. She emphasised that she will get better nevertheless she never was any better, only worse as George and I dragged her to see the doctor the next day.
“…The common Great Mortality [Black Death] that is, Try smelling pleasant flower odours. She may have a chance of survival.” Explained the