A Drop in the Bucket
The sun shines bright casting its angry rays upon God’s creation in a reflective way giving its day’s insights to the innocent souls standing, sleeping or walking on the shore. The beach houses have their massive windows open to usher in a scenic view of the ocean bringing in the anticipated fresh breeze after a hot sun-rayed day. Night falls, and the sky is full of brilliant shiny wonders often known as the “galaxy”, for those who studied geography. Its blue color gives the sense of a dreadful day at the same time ushering in the steady breeze on the beach as the moon stands to shine on the ground brightly. On several days, the sky seems flat, and the reflected blue color on the ocean gives an opportunity to believe that tomorrow will indeed be another great day. Right now, I stand on the balcony from a luxurious beach resort, keeping my mind off what have happened in my life since I was eight.
At the age of seven, before things turned upside down, I remember the dialog between my mother and father on how we were to relocate the known old home to another state. “Mary?” my father called my mother. “We need to transfer to a luxurious apartment near the beach so our children can have the best time playing around.” “That’s a good idea,” my mother nodded as she continued washing the dishes in the dishwasher. For a while, my father kept asking my mom for the same relocation i…
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