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First Sunday of the month May every day of this month be filled with God's mercy protection, and abundant grace. Amen

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One night I prayed with tears in my eyes, and the next day I woke up with peace and a smile on my face.

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Dear God, I'm back on my knees again. Please don't let the things Im praying for remain unanswered.

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Then I looked at the tables.

At the decorations.

At the guests.

And finally…

at the little boy whose birthday we had all come to celebrate.

My stomach dropped.

Because suddenly, I had a very big question.

“Whose son was he”

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There was more making out

and less conversation.
More time together…

and less actually getting to know each other.

Before long, I realised that most of our relationship was happening inside my apartment.

And whenever I asked about his place, there was always a reason.

“I’m tired.”

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The man who had been coming to my house.

The man who had been waiting for me after work.

The man who always had an excuse whenever I asked to visit him.

Tammy.
And he was staring directly at me.

Eyeball to eyeball. Neither of us moved. Neither of us spoke.

He looked at me. I looked at him.

And suddenly, one sentence kept screaming inside my head:

“So THIS is the place you were always too busy to bring me to?”