The souls are alive

 

You listen to me.

You listen to me: I was going to have an abortion. He caught me as I was trying to leave.

“Kill my baby.” They told me that. “It will surely destroy you,” people said.

“She’s the only one who belongs to you.” What are we to do when we’re brought to such a dead end, on our knees?

Kneeling — the truth is, I had made the man.

“Kneel too. May God bless his knee.”

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My daughter didn’t go ten days without an appointment; she came to my office. As soon as I saw her I thought, “Oh my God, she’s come to berate me.”

Then I remembered the baby, and I saw her pregnant.

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She asks me, “Tell me what you see, tell me if…”

I felt deflated here, daughter. I came to tell you something that happened in the last ten days — how little God needs our prayer to answer.

I was sitting at home. I’ve told them this before, but they forget. Inside the house, I cried. He was reading something.

Then I saw a little girl — twelve, maybe thirteen — and she said, “Put on a nice pink dress and come stand in front of me.” That’s what she said. “When do I want you to come into the house?”

My daughter, who are you? “Mom, don’t you remember me?” she asked. Mom answered, “Yes — you are my child.” [music]

“Why do you say I have a daughter? In fact, you do have a daughter. You were glad when you were in France and studying, and you killed my mother?”

“Well, my daughter, since you are dead, you are alive in heaven. That’s the only way.”

I am, and I don’t want that to happen to him — and my brother and I showed her her bed.

“Why should I, my daughter, obey whatever the despot tells me?” she asked.

He told me in a hurry, and I came to you. “I’ll do whatever you tell me.” No wonder he tells me that souls are alive. And I told her then:

After your little one grew up, she wore pink as well. Let’s call her Rosa. [clap