My heart was a happy heart, until it became broken into many pieces. How does someone speak loving words, words filled with kindness and joy. Only to set out to steal you blind, steal from a family member. Does she feel entitled to the belongs, knowing the things are not hers. Does she feel it is free stuff for the taking, so take it all for herself. I have cried over the hurt, the hurt and pain she has caused. The family things that cannot be replace, like my mother's rolling pin. All of little to no value to others, all priceless treasures that cannot be replaced to me. I cannot and will not judge, for that is God's job to do. I embrace joy and forgiveness, for I will go on my happy way. I pray her heart will be changed, changed from evil to blessings this day.
Date Written: 6/6/2021
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2021
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