Chapter 77: The Photos Part 3
*BARBIE HEAVENWARD POV* Kneeling all the time as well as staring at the tombstone under the heat of the sun, my body began to weak. Therefore, I sat leaning against the tree near the grave until I didn't realize I fell asleep. My dream was horrible. Even there, I was being judged and haunted by people's unfair treatment and cruelty. Did I really deserve this? If I did, at least let me reflect on myself why? I bet I was crying while sleeping because I felt the cold liquid running down into my cheeks until the freezing downpours struck my skin and effortfully awakened me. I got up instantly to look for shelter but just as I sat up, I heard a heavy dropping sound on something above me while no more rain water touched my skin. As I looked up, a blue rainbow-painted umbrella appeared and
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