She wrote with her blood " I love you "

Hi, I wrote this story and it's my first story in english language. I think that you could help me by showing me the mistakes I made or the way I wrote it....... I'm waiting your comments
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I used to walk everynight.... I get out for a half an our and then come back.....everyday I used to see a 7 years old girl...
She was chasing butterflies gathering around a hanged lamp....... I nonticed her shape and clothes......she was wearing a toren dress and walking in bare feet, she has a long black hair and a green eyes.... In the begining she didn't pay attentin when I walk throught her neigborhood but then she started looking to me and smile.

One day I stopped her and asked her about her name. she said Asma. Then I asked her where was her home ? she pointed with her finger to a wooden room beside one house and said this is our world, I live with my mother and my brother Badder.i asked her about her father. she said my father was a driver in one of the biggest companies and died in a trafiic acciedent. she started to run when she saw her brother Badder so I walked in my way to home..Our relation started and I was stopping her to talk whenever I see her. I asked her once what is your wish ? she said every day I go to the end of the street to watch the students while they get in the school, I watch them getting in to this little world from a little door and wearing the same uniform. I don't know what are they doing in the school. my wish is to wake up everyday and wear like them , get in from the door and learning reading and writing....she finshed.

I don't know what did attract me to this little child. may be her miserble life or her eyes I really don't know.I was bringing something to her whenever I go there shoes.....clothes.....toys....food..she told me one time that a housemaid serving in the neigbourhood taught her tailoring and sewing...she asked me to bring her a textile and sewing tools so I brought her what she wanted..and she asked me one day how to write the word ( I love you ). I sitted on the ground and wrote with my finger on the sand I love you. she was watching me and smile. we were repeating this until she could write it in great style. one night I met her and had a talk she asked me to close my eyes and she insisted so I closed my eyes I surprised when she kissed me and run away home hiding in her wooden room. The day after an emergency situation happend to me and I had to travel out of town for two weeks. I couldn't say good bye for her so I left although I knew that she would be waiting for me every night.

When I came back I didn't miss anything as much as I missed Asma. I went out that night quickly heading to the place that we used to meet each other. The street was calm I felt something srange....I waited so much but she didn't come so I went back home and i kept coming there every night for five days hopefully to see her but she didn't come then I decided to visit her mother to ask about her she could be ill. I nocked the door and her brother Badder came out then his mother came and said when she saw me ,, oh my god you must be him as she descriped you,, then she started crying I knew that something happend .
When she calmed down I asked her what happend ,she said Asma is dead and before she died she told me that someone would come to ask about her I asked her who was it she said I know he will come so give him this piece. I asked her what happend and how did she died ? she said that one night Asma had got a fever so I took her to a private hospital but they wanted a big amount for examinations and treatment that I couldn't afford so I took her to a puplic hospital but they refuse accepting her saying that she had no previous file in the hospital i brought her back to home and it was getting worse I tried to do everything but she was diying between my hands ..............she died

I was shocked and didn't know what to do so I turned back and got out running to no where I kept running until I remembered the thing that Asma gave me so I stopped. I opened it up and found a squre textile written in the middle of it ' I love you ' with few blood spot on it.....oh my god I knew why did she want to learn how to write ' I love you ' and why she was hiding her hands behind her back trying not to show me the wounds in her fingers due to sewing..... It was the most honest word I love you in my life...... she wrote it with her blood,pain and wounds......... oh my dear Asma forgive me