I slept last night and I dreamt of my parents arguing again. Oh! I felt a dried tear from my cheek.
Their fight is a much more worse way. Dishes flying and bills are on the floor. My mom had her palm on her forehead as she leaned on the couch. My dad sat on the stairs with his palm on his cheek, fingers on his lips. They seem so problematic. I was not on that scene because they did not seem to recognize me. But I saw everything that happened. It was much worse than what I had seen.
It was the first time I felt hate. I hated them for fighting when a home seems to be covered in God's love. Why are they fighting? I may not know but I know that this was a dream.
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Conversations with God (Book 1 of With God Trilogy)
EspiritualJanice, a girl from California began writing everyday about her life. She loved how God speaks to her and God's presence around her. Until she finds herself in a state where God brings her out of the perfect world she grew up in to the world of real...
