Pain
One fine cold Friday evening, as I sat next to an old man too weak and sick to even lift his head, I asked God, is it worth it? all the tears and pain? is it part of your plan? when does it end? is this how you intended it? it's been an hour, and I am still waiting..... maybe, just maybe, it is all meant to be..
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