I gaze at the bright vista before me – a perfect picture framed by the arches. Peaceful at last! I do not have to fret any more.
When I needed to find him, he led me here. He heard me and showed himself. He still cared for me and I forgave him after all these years.
I can still hear my mother’s voice echoing through the years.
“You are so foolish, always picking the leftovers. You take the ones others don’t want.”
I have been foolish but may he rest in peace now.