simple observation

Cuddling together this evening after the bedtime story and a discussion about Grandma's loneliness, Brontë responded wistfully "I wish that heaven had a phone number...then we could call... and God, or the angels, or Jesus would answer. That would be nice wouldn't it? Then we could ask to speak to Papa and hear his voice!"
sweet thought.
from a sweet, heart.

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