| Author: | Cossette Vivas Vogel | ISBN: | 9781946801104 |
| Publisher: | Toplink Publishing | Publication: | March 3, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Toplink Publishing | Language: | English |
| Author: | Cossette Vivas Vogel |
| ISBN: | 9781946801104 |
| Publisher: | Toplink Publishing |
| Publication: | March 3, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Toplink Publishing |
| Language: | English |
The large gates of the cemetery opened to make way for an automobile from which an elegantly dressed lady emerged. She was carrying in her hands a bouquet of roses and a book. She walked through the mausoleums surrounded by pine trees and paths with flowers. She arrived at a tomb where she bent to deposit the flowers and the book, entitled "Who was Grey?" Her eyes were full of tears and speaking in a very low voice, she said: "Dad and mom, here you have the first copy. I think the veil of my fate was removed. I am very happy. I finally fulfilled my dream. I know that wherever you are, you are enjoying this moment." The wind blew opening the pages of the book, like an affirmative indication of what she was saying. "Now I know where my fate is taking me... like you used to say, dad: ‘God writes straight in crooked lines.'" Drying her tears, she got inside the automobile, to encounter her fate.
The large gates of the cemetery opened to make way for an automobile from which an elegantly dressed lady emerged. She was carrying in her hands a bouquet of roses and a book. She walked through the mausoleums surrounded by pine trees and paths with flowers. She arrived at a tomb where she bent to deposit the flowers and the book, entitled "Who was Grey?" Her eyes were full of tears and speaking in a very low voice, she said: "Dad and mom, here you have the first copy. I think the veil of my fate was removed. I am very happy. I finally fulfilled my dream. I know that wherever you are, you are enjoying this moment." The wind blew opening the pages of the book, like an affirmative indication of what she was saying. "Now I know where my fate is taking me... like you used to say, dad: ‘God writes straight in crooked lines.'" Drying her tears, she got inside the automobile, to encounter her fate.
