When Heaven Cries – Part VII

January 18, 2016 § Leave a comment

Just when he was about to pull the trigger, there was a loud noise coming from the sky. A military aircraft was seen circling overhead. The bandit leader’s facial expression turned pale. He withdrew his gun and frantically fled the scene. His comrades would follow suit, dispersing from the square like cowardly rats looking for holes to hide.

Dark clouds suddenly amassed over the village and heavy rains started to fall. Min looked up to the sky briefly, as though to offer thanks. She then began to gather her son’s remains. A friend’s husband brought his farm cart to her. Min was able to transport the remains back to her house.

Min spent that night sewing the dismembered remains back together. The least she could do was to give her son a dignified death. Heaven knows many tears the grieving mother shed that day bemoaning her son’s cruel fate. Meanwhile, heavy downpours continued outside as though the Higher Being sympathized with her plight.

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