This is not about me or anyone close to me. It just had to be written.
I look at my Savior; he's sitting in my hand. My pocket sized Savior raises his silvered head, looks deeply into my eyes and gives me one answer to the thousand questions I have: Is life worth living? Is it worth the pain? Will there be much pain? What if I don't succeed? Will I even be missed?
My memory of Elias is intimate but brief; I asked him, "what happened, where are you taking me, who are you? Tell me!"
In a calm voice; "Sara hush, you died.
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Felix
Love Tinka
Powerful write, this should be made to be read at schools
God Bless
Michelle!
that we listen for the answer...Well done for the youth Karla!
Or anyone;-)
Love,
Eileen
Raw, hardhitting cry for help; very well done! BRAVA; keep up the fantastic writing!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :( >tears <