Freezing as it was, the little boy was holding his mother in his arms.
Sulken and pale, she was dying.
Inconsolable as he was, the mother was trying to console him.
She isn't gonna be dead.
She was going to Heaven she said.
Where the skies are blue and the pastures are green.
Where Lord would save her from all her suffering.
The boy nodded his head, hardly aware that it was a beautiful lie.
The mother held a pendant for the boy.
Whispering to him that it's not a toy.
The boy nodded his head in acknowledgement.
With that, his mother closed her eyes and passed away in one eternal sleep.
In that broken, desolated village, another death has occured.
Years later, the man looked up to the skies.
With tears in his eyes,
He tried so hard not to cry.
Cherish your loved ones. Shower them with all the love you have.
7:18 AM
