The Son of David!

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The Son of David!

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She wiped the dishes, but not her tears.

A salty stream puddled in the hollow that had become her eyeballs.

Her two little ones clustered about her knees, their bloated stomachs filled with nothing.

Unlike her, neither of them wore any clothes. Their only ornaments were the white ringworm patches on their large heads.

“Mummy” the younger, whimpering one called.

In response, she turned her to him, blankly.

“Is my daddy good for nothing?”

The plate she held clank noisily on the floor.

“Who told you that?” She shook him by the shoulder.

He let out a shrill cry.

“That's what everybody says. They say my daddy is good for nothing, and he cannot see.”

She wanted to scold him, but the words failed her.

She knew they weren't lying.

She knew it wasn't worth it.

She knew they would never see those friends again.

“Come here” she pulled her boys into her frail arms.

“All will be well.” she managed to mutter.

Once she released them, she grabbed the little bag on the kitchen table and headed out, her children locked inside.

The food she carried would be their last.

He would eat, then she would take the remnant for herself and the children.

Thereafter, the neighbors would have to bury their bodies whenever they found it.

She neared the bend where her husband always sat and took a shallow breath, avoiding the eyes glaring at her from all sides.

A couple of steps further, someone shot out from the adjoining street and ran after her.

A crowd soon appeared behind him.

She turned to run, but couldn't find the will to live.

She fell to her knees and shut her eyes.

“It's me, my love! It's me!”

The voice sounded so familiar.

It couldn't be!

She opened her eyes, her heart in her mouth.

It was her husband running towards her.

“It's me, my love! I can see!”

The tears fell even faster as she wrapped her weak arms around his neck.

Her love! Her Bartimaeus!

Her eyes shut with the same tears that once threatened to blind her, she barely heard him whisper,

“The Son of David healed me.”
For I know the thought I have for you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace, not of evil, to give you an expected end.Jeremiah 29:11
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