by: CHB
As I was saying, I was found in the streets. No one wanted me, so I ran away from the orphanage. I ran and ran, until I was caught. Not caught by the orphanage, caught by death. I died on May 16, 2010. Not that I knew it but, that was the date of my mother's birth. I died from starvation and loneliness. When I died, I felt my spirit soar through the air, searching for heaven. But, I couldn't find it. It wasn't anywhere.
I was scared, and alone. No one could help me now. I'm on my own. I have to find, the gateway to heaven. Was it fair that I couldn't find it? I had no idea. All I knew was that, I was lost.