....the space between us...
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pastor..
Pastor Aloysius sat in his dimly lit study, his eyes fixed on the wall as he spoke to himself.
"It's my fault," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I should have been a better husband, a better father. I should have been there for Christiana, for my children."
He thought back to the days when his ministry was just starting to grow, when he was so focused on building his church that he neglected his family.
"I was so blind," he said, shaking his head. "I was so caught up in my own ambition that I forgot what was truly important."
He thought about Christiana, about the way she had been hurting, about the way he had ignored her pain.
"I should have listened to her," he whispered. "I should have been there for her."
He thought about Kofi, the young house boy who had been a victim of his own neglect.
"I should have protected him," he said, his voice cracking with emotion. "I should have been a better guardian."
As he sat there, surrounded by the shadows of his own regret, Pastor Aloysius knew that he had a long way to go to make things right.
but not knowing where to start and explain such dirty happenings.
what kind of man am I? am I really fit to make any man right when am falling apart both sides in and out!!!
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