Drabble Challenge → 67 / 100; Question

Question


To the young child the question of belief meant nothing. To the older gentleman who longed for his ill wife to be healthy his faith was not in question. There was no one else to turn to but the man above. He held her hand or rubbed her back, no matter the time or how large the mess. He would give his heart in place of her own to spare her the pain of living this dark death. His eyes water as she awake a smile plastered over her face, she caresses his cheek before she drifts back to sleep.

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