A father with children of both 16 and 8 going on 9 lay peacefully on his deathbed, and the youngest child is crying tears that could fill a river. “I can’t believe it. Papa is gone,” the youngest said, crying. “Everything will be okay. Though we don’t have father anymore, we still have each other.” The eldest replied. “You’re too optimistic, sister. Our papa is gone, and he’s not coming back.” The youngest cried. That night, there was a beautiful sunset, and two birds flew together to get to a tree. “Look at the sunset,” the eldest said. The youngest was hesitant, but he looked at the sky, and saw something beautiful. “The sky, it’s pink and orange, my favorite colors. It’s beautiful..” The youngest said, mesmerized. “Maybe this is God’s way of showing you that no matter how dark something is, there’s always something beautiful.” The eldest smiled. “Maybe He’s right…” The youngest said, trailing off.

The end

Note: sorry to any Atheists, Buddhists, or Hindus here. I’m not trying to preach Christianity to anyone or trying to convince anyone to change their religion