I am called by your prayers, the pain in your soul too strong for me to ignore. I appear before you as you kneel at your bedside, your long hair draped in a curtain down your back as your shoulders shake as with powerful sobs. My heart aches as I watch you grieve, and I put my hand on your shoulder gently He is okay, little one. I say, my voice gentle. You look up, your eyes meeting mine and I am hit with an intense feeling of longing. I kneel down and wipe the tears from your lovely face.
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