The Love From Vengeance

As she stood up from the bench, a radiant smile spread across her face, her eyes shining with joy. “Really?”

The nurse nodded. “Yes, you can go and see him in his room if you’d like.” After that, she walked away.

The woman turned to me, overflowing with happiness. Without hesitation, she enveloped me in a tight hug, her gratitude clear. “Thank you,” she whispered, tears of joy glistening in her eyes.

I returned the embrace, genuinely happy for her. “I’m so glad to hear that. You’re quite lucky,” I remarked sincerely.

Her expression softened, and I could see the glee in her eyes. “It’s all thanks to God, “she replied, and her tone was filled with conviction. “Always believe in Him. His presence is everywhere, and He works in mysterious ways.”

“Yeah,” I said in hushed tones, nodding with my eyes fixed downward.

“I’ll go now to check on my husband. Thanks for keeping me company. I hope the patient you brought here gets well soon.”

so

walked away, but before she disappeared from view, I called out to her, a question lingering on my lips. “Wait!

turned back with a warm smile. “It’s

kind.

feeling a connection forged in a moment of shared faith and hope. “Thank you, Barbara. Good luck,” I wished her sincerely as she walked

displaying a photo of my son, Lukel. A pang of

of vulnerability, as if God could see me right then, amidst my oubts and pain.

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loss heavy on my heart. “I believe in you; I do,” I continued, my voice trembling with emotion. “But the doubts,

anyone else,” I confessed, the fear gripping my heart. “Please, if you’re truly there for me, protect my daughter, Janice, from all harm. I don’t care what happens to