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I awoke to see a gate, glorious in shimmering light; and a man, bent with age, that scarcely noted my presence.
So I call out to him, and he answers.
It is the saint himself.
He tells me this is the afterlife, and I have earned my place. The book was true, here is a place of endless tranquility, peace, and love.
I think of my mother, who had sacrificed too much for my sake, the person who took the ills of the world upon herself for my sake, with dignity, grace, kindness.
I had so much to tell, so much to share, and I would have an eternity to do so.
With jubilation, I ask that we may meet.
The old man studies me, and after many moments, makes a chilling utterance,
“No.”
Tears fill my eyes, as I ruminate upon this travesty. The irresistible conclusion confounded me and broke my spirit, crashing to my knees, I wept freely.
For how long, I could not tell, until a bony hand rests on my shoulder.
I hear his voice, reassuring me that my dear mother is here.
I look up to meet an empathic gaze, finding the courage, I ask,
“Then why can’t we be reunited?”
With eyes glistening he tells me,
“Because her idea of paradise, is one without you.”
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