She looked at the pictures, so full of life and warmth. How wonderful it is to be in the arms of God! She thought. People to whom she was detached from, was springing forth with life. You bless them... of all the people close to her. To be blessed in the house of the Lord is to serve the Lord. And I... she left His house.
She smiled and sighed, how innocently I once believed. Be it Wendy in Peter Pan, or Alice in Wonderland, she bold them all. I would climb the tallest beanstalk to the heaven in the sky... all because she believed. She smiled and sighed. Her thoughts drifted off to Wonderland, a world of lifeless fantasies.
Who am I, Lord? The black sheep bleated to the silence of the night. Unheard.
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