| | They met when they were six years old. She was a tomboyish girl tall
for her age and he was a fat chubby little boy who was shy around
strangers.
She
never took notice of him during Church or the Sunday school classes,
till one day he caught her attention in church one day when he stepped
up to the front and began to sing a hymn.
"God's grace on my face,
I will not lose my faith,
His blessings upon my life,
I will never waver in my faith,
In God's love i will trust.
His son upon the cross,
Took away my sins,
Father in heaven,
Who forgives all who believe,
in His almighty love."
It
was a simple hymn which he sang with all his heart. After he sang, he
stood with his cheeks flushed and hurried back to his seat after polite
applause from the congregation.
Two hours later, out of jealousy
she hit him and made him cry during Sunday school. Not the greatest of
starts to their relationship, but sure enough she got his attention.
A
month after the incident she beat him up, he moved away but she noticed
his mother still kept going to the same church on her own.
She
wanted to ask about him but she noticed that alot of the other
church-goers acted awkwardly around his mother and that his mother
looked very sad, expecially during when a child would go in front to
sing a hymn. After each service his mother would leave quickly and
there was no chance for her to ask what had happened to him.
Finally she asked her own mother what had happened.
"Oh..,"
her mother covered her mouth and looked sadly at where his mother was
seated and said softly, " Be grateful dear, you'll never find out the
pain she's going through." Her mother hugged her tightly and gently
kissed her forehead. "It's better you don't know."
She continued to wonder about what was going on, but heeded her mother's advise not to pry into other people's private matters.
It
was ten years later before she ever saw him again. The chubby boy was
gone, replaced by a young man dressed in black staring at the rain with
blood shot eyes. He noticed her looking at him and shrugged wryly and
walked out of the churchyard into the rain.
It was his mother's funeral. |
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