7. Heaven

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"What will happen after we died?" her small hand shook mine, asking for attention. "Who will wait for us there?"

"There's no su-," I turn around and caught by her innocent gaze. That gaze only could stop all my scientific argument and put me into silent. "There is... well, they said the good ones will go to heaven, and the bad ones will be sent into hell,"

"What will the good ones have in heaven?"

"I don't know," I admitted. This kind of topic was extraneous for me. All I could do was imitating what I heard from my childhood Sunday school. "They said the good ones will be rewarded with all of joy and happiness, forever,"

"So, I'm in heaven already?" those words brought chills down to my spine. I looked at her in shock, lose all of my words for a moment.

"Why so?" asked I, trying to speak as calm as I could. "Why are you thinking like that?"

"Because I am happy. Like, always happy," she giggled. "With you, everything become joyful, even though you'll be frowning all the time,"

"B-but..."

"It's true,"

"Well, I won't argue you this time, since I don't really understand this situation," I picked her small figure up and put her into her bed. "But one thing I can understand is its already too late for a little girl to stay awake, so you better be ready for your journey to wonderland,"

The next morning I found her cold body lied on her bed. I was shock, indeed. I screamed, I shook her body cried, begged her to open her eyes again, but nothing I do could change the fact that she was gone. In her hand, wrapped tightly in her grip, I found a piece of paper, a short memo for me.

I was right, I was in heaven already.

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