Decades: 1-10 page 2


I did not feel loved except by my sisters, , and aunt Neva. My teachers loved me. I wanted my mom to love me, what was so bad about me? She made it very clear that I was not wanted. One hot summer day after bringing me to tears I ran outside. I threw my self on to the grass. With tears running down my muddy face I asked the sky “was there anyone out there that loves me”? I heard a voice say ” I do, I love you”. A calm over me and I knew that voice was from heaven. I had been thinking of different ways to kill myself. This world did not seem important any more. That seems a strange thing to say but, it was more like I was part of something larger. The world became larger to me.
the strange things that happened to me I did not talk about.