Girl's belief

As always, the war that did not see the end occurred again. They are like devils who are not full, and our fragile bodies and souls will never feed them.

"Dad and I have said that the god of this world is the greatest. He can do anything. If you believe in it, it will protect you forever."

But I didn't see God with my own eyes. I don't know what it looks like, what power it has... I only know that it didn't appear when I needed help very much. War... let me lose one of the most important people and let me know...

I have found a dilapidated newspaper in the garbage. I don't know a lot of words in the newspaper. I can only barely read some content. Thanks to my mother, she taught me a lot of words. On that day, I was attracted by the things written in the newspaper. Is this really incomplete world really so happy?

I asked my best friend, his face with a surprised expression, he did not believe what I said. I asked my mother and grandmother again, and the two of them were vague and I talked. Some people who don’t understand it ask them, they just sigh and sigh.

This newspaper was posted in the room so that I could get up every day to see it and feel a magical magic from it. This strange magic can force me to work harder than before, because in this world full of smoke, my eyes seem to have passed through the smoke... as if I saw the world far away.

My feet are numb and step on the pieces of glass, they have already hurt my body and mind. I don’t know when it’s time, this body that has already been a walking dead suddenly feels warm. I looked up at the sky, and the sun I hadn't seen for a long time actually broke through the dark clouds and illumined in a world that was forgotten by everyone...

The sunlight reflected by the glass fragments shines on me, a weak... very thin body...

Is this the glory of God? Or am I dying?

I stretched my trembling hand toward the sun, I don't know if I could touch it... even afraid that it would disappear when I touched it.

My hand touched it, it was warm, just like Dad's arms... It didn't disappear, it didn't let me down... It...

The wind suddenly blows up, and the sun is like a pair of invisible hands tearing open the dark clouds, and the girl standing on the glass pile shines.

The girl’s face showed a smile that had not appeared for a long time, as beautiful as the flowers in the winter.

At this quiet moment, the girl seems to see a familiar man standing in front of him. He smiled and reached out to the girl's hand.

"People's faith is a respect for life, and the gift that nature gives us is alive."