It was late at night on a cold winter night. She was dozing off in her comfortable bed when she heard the doorbell. Feeling somewhat frightened and nervous she picked up a baseball bat that she had leaning against her bedroom wall that she used for protection. Living alone does have it's drawbacks and a single woman has to be prepared for the unexpected.
She slowly walked carrying her bat at full swing to her front door. The doorbell had only rung once and so she thought to herself that maybe she was dreaming and that just maybe nobody was there. Her door didn't have a peephole so she gathered her composure and said, "Who's there." Nobody replied. As she was walking back to her comfy bed and back to sleep the doorbell rang again. This time she went right up to the front door and opened it.
Standing there dressed in a pretty pink gown and barefoot was her daughter, Jeannette. She said, "Ma, I have been wanting to see you for such a long time." Her lips were painted in a lighter shade of pink. Her eyes were big, brown with long eyelashes and a light shade of brown on her eyelids. Her eyebrows were thick and shaped at an angle that complimented her face. She had a necklace shaped in a heart that was embellished with diamonds. Her hair was so thick and full and so black with long bangs gently hitting her forehead. She hugged her mother so tight as she said to her, "Ma, I came to tell you I am not in pain anymore and I am with my lord and savior." "And Ma, please know that I know you fought for me during my ordeal in the hospital."
After she kissed and hugged her mom, she walked through the door and up into Heaven.
Her mother stood there crying tears of joy at what she had just experienced. She knew nobody would believe what happened. She was o.k. with that. As long as she believed it was what really mattered.
Dreaming about Jeannette is better than anything in the world.
She slowly walked carrying her bat at full swing to her front door. The doorbell had only rung once and so she thought to herself that maybe she was dreaming and that just maybe nobody was there. Her door didn't have a peephole so she gathered her composure and said, "Who's there." Nobody replied. As she was walking back to her comfy bed and back to sleep the doorbell rang again. This time she went right up to the front door and opened it.
Standing there dressed in a pretty pink gown and barefoot was her daughter, Jeannette. She said, "Ma, I have been wanting to see you for such a long time." Her lips were painted in a lighter shade of pink. Her eyes were big, brown with long eyelashes and a light shade of brown on her eyelids. Her eyebrows were thick and shaped at an angle that complimented her face. She had a necklace shaped in a heart that was embellished with diamonds. Her hair was so thick and full and so black with long bangs gently hitting her forehead. She hugged her mother so tight as she said to her, "Ma, I came to tell you I am not in pain anymore and I am with my lord and savior." "And Ma, please know that I know you fought for me during my ordeal in the hospital."
After she kissed and hugged her mom, she walked through the door and up into Heaven.
Her mother stood there crying tears of joy at what she had just experienced. She knew nobody would believe what happened. She was o.k. with that. As long as she believed it was what really mattered.
Dreaming about Jeannette is better than anything in the world.
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