Practice Typing

The elder woman grew pale beneath the coarse powder that daubed her cheeks, and her dry lips twitched with a spasm of pain. Sybil rushed to her, flung her arms round her neck, and kissed her. Forgive me, Mother. I know it pains you to talk about our father. But it only pains you because you loved him so much. Dont look so sad. I am as happy to day as you were twenty years ago. Ah.