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.”

hope so

out to her, a question lingering on my lips. “Wait! You never told me your

smile. “It’s Barbara.” Her answer was

kind.

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

spoke about God still swirling in my head. I glanced at my phone, the screen displaying a photo of my son, Lukel. A pang

my oubts and pain. “You see me, don’t you?”

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the weight of the loss heavy on my heart. “I believe in you; I do,” I continued,

gaze shifting to the heavens above. “I can’t bear to lose anyone else,” I confessed, the fear gripping my heart. “Please, if you’re truly there for me, protect my daughter,