My father
Hello once again world. I have finally found out who my father is. It is dimmesdale. Yesterday night while my mother and I were walking we had heard someone crying painfully. The cry had came from the scaffold where my mom and I stood when she was being punished for her crime. That person was Dimmesdale. He was the dressed in his finest religious clothes. He was crying painfully that everyone could hear him. “He Felt so ashamed that he cried out in the night. His painful caused many people, even the Governor, to look out thier windows.” Page 77. Dimmesdale later calmed down but soon after reverend Wilson had came from the bedside of a dying men. Wilson was too busy thinking about the dead person that he did not even notice Dimmesdale. Dimmesdale look as if preparing to confess is sin but he could not force himsellf to do so. Then later he heard someone’s familiar laughter. It was my mother and I. we stepped up to the platform and I stood in between Dimmesdale and my mother. My mother and Dimmesdale stood there holding hands. Dimmesdale looked as if new life flowed through him even though he was sick and tired. Both of them did not know what to say to each other. I was the one that was talking. I asked Dimmesdale, “Will you stand here with me and my mother tomorrow?” Page 79. The only thing he said to me was that he would stand here with my mother and I on Judgment Day. Then soon after Dimmesdale noticed Chillingworth in front of the scaffold looking at us with a cruel smile. He told Dimmesdale that he was probably sleep walking and to come down there and head home. Dimmesdale did what Chillingworth told him to do and went home. Then on the next day, Dimmesdale gave one of the best sermons of his career and after he was finished someone came up to him and handed him his glove. Dimmesdale did not know what to say, but the person that found it told him that probably the devil stole it and left it at the scaffold to mock him.
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