My little dog was dead. I laid her head in my lap and with tear-filled eyes gazed up into the heavens.
In a choking voice, I asked, “Why did they have to die? Why must I hurt so? What have I done wrong?”
I heard a noise behind me. It was my mother. She sat down and put her arm around me.
“You’ve done no wrong, Billy,” she said. “I know this seems terrible and I know how it hurts, but at one time or another, everyone suffers.
Even the Good Lord suffered while He was here on earth.”
“I know, Mama,” I said, “but I can’t understand. It was bad enough when Old Dan died. Now Little Ann is gone.
Both of them gone, just like that.” “Billy, you haven’t lost your dogs altogether,” Mama said.
“You’ll always have their memory. Besides, you can have some more dogs.” I rebelled at this.
“I don’t want any more dogs,” I said. “I won’t ever want another dog. They wouldn’t be like Old Dan and Little Ann.”
“We all feel that way, Billy,” she said. “I do especially. They’ve fulfilled a prayer that I thought would never be answered.”
“I don’t believe in prayers any more,” I said. “I prayed for my dogs, and now look, both of them are dead.”
Mama was silent for a moment; then, in a gentle voice, she said,
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