Betty's Cradle-Personal Narrative

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Betty still hasn’t woken up since we got caught dancing in the woods with Tituba. She is still wearing the same long baby blue dress she was wearing last night. Her long, thick brown hair is sprawled all over her pillows. When I touch her skin, it is ice cold. I know she is faking it, but when I shake her and call her name she is unresponsive and still as a statue. Her pale face doesn’t show any signs of waking. Even in the morning, with the sun coming in from the window beating on her face and the birds chirping loudly, she still has not woken. My uncle has rarely left her bedside. I can often hear him loudly praying and sobbing. You can see how distraught he is just by looking at him. His face shows a mixture of sadness and anger. Even when