I stared mournfully at the man who was like a father to me, the man who had never given up on me, the man who believed in me when every other person hadn’t. The second person I had come to love, was leaving me. I was beside myself with sadness. I moved around bemoaning my fate and acting like the world had come to an end.
For one good week, I locked myself in my room not wanting to eat or drink or speak to anyone.
“Why, God, why?” I moaned. “You took Maggi from me just when I had begun to find joy in her, and now you want to take father James, my mentor and my second father from me as well? That’s not fair, God. You didn’t even give me a heads up, you never said I would go it alone, this life with all its trials, you never even gave me a hint, not once.”
On and on my rantings went. I
