In me
I
was born simple, quite in this world. I am contented of what blessings come my
way. But one day. . .
It was Christmas eve I can feel the breeze of sweet cold wind. I am happy with my friends who
were with me carolling. We went house to house. Suddenly someone pulled my hand
but I didn’t follow. After a while, all of us were running because a wild and
terrible dog has come on our way. I was the one who left after it. I look for them
but then my world goes dark and it seems no one can hear me calling. In the
middle of the night I cry out loud. Then a big “ bang” waken me up. I was just then
dreaming.
As soon as I wake, I remember the hands that
I refuse and maybe its God hands who want me to save those times, but then it
plays in my mind that my decision is in me…