Now one day as faith was sitting in the window that looked out at the meadow one of the care takers came to tell her she had a guest. Faith then continued to follow the caretaker when she lead her to the small parlor that they had at the front of the house.
Much to her surprise there in the chair sat hope. Her sisters face was tear stained. "Hope" it came out almost a whisper. Hope turned to face her sister. "Faith I'm so sorry-" faith rushed to her sister wrapping her in a hug. "You're back." They let there tears fall together. "You were right. He wasn't nice o faith I wasn't even allowed to change clothes." They continued to cry until faith pulled back. "Then let's fix that." She lead hope back to her room where hope showered and put on clean clothes.
"The man won't want me now." Faith rushed to her sister's side. "No hope he said himself he wishes you would still come. I'm sure when father gets here he'll take you to." So they cried together again.
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Short Storythis is a short story I wrote a few years ago I'm happy to publish it here. if you like metaphors then this book is for you. Hope and faith are faced with many challenges in life both orphaned at a young age. When Father comes and shows them live th...
