The Road Home Chapter 1 - Naty Matos (the gingerbread man read aloud TXT) 📗

only non-boring Christian she knew; not that she knew many anyways. She found Aimee witty and fun. Yes, a little timid and quiet, but never judgmental.

Aimee would casually invite Desiree to church and other activities every time she had an opportunity, but as intrigued as Desiree was with the whole church and religion thing; she never thought of actually accompanying her. Aimee continued the invitations without pressure or showing feelings of disappointment toward her friend’s refusals. That whole feeding the homeless things was not for Desiree, she had stated; the thought of being near those stinky people gave her the creeps. Her mother always taught her that people made their own fortune. It was, after all their own fault that “those people” didn’t have a house, a job or decent clothes to wear.
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Text: The Rising Muse
Publication Date: 06-12-2012

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Dedication:
Dedication To my Lord Jesus Christ, for giving me the muse for this story during one of the hardest times in my life.