C'est La Vie, Cherie - JaNae Emily Ann Boswell (i like reading books .txt) 📗

she thought of me as faultless. I looked for the last time at my mother, whom I loved beyond compare. In that moment I left a piece of my heart with her. It was a piece that she always owned and would always own.
I turned around and took off my hat as the organ started playing the hymn again. I didn’t look at any of the faces, because I probably wouldn’t have seen them anyway. I just walked down the aisle as I slowly listening to the music. The tears came down but I didn’t lose composure. I didn’t scream and I didn’t wail. I just gradually walked with my face blank, blinking away the endless tears that rolled down the crease of my mouth. Quietly I sang my mother and I’s favorite verse in the hymn as I opened the church doors exposing the brillantly shining sun.

I once was lost but now I’m found, was blind but now I see. Imprint

Publication Date: 11-07-2009

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