Jesus,
I love to be a gentle angel.
But sometimes I’m a evil witch.
I don’t know what I should do.
I think I should be both like that,
but my dear is unhappy,
I feel bad.
…
Jesus,
Please teach me how to be a good sister.
…
Wind comes.
So cool.
So luckily when there is a cool breeze at noon.
Wind chimes ringing.
Peaceful.
Oh, a butterfly.
The small yellow butterfly.
This is the the first time I see a butterfly entering this house.
Is that you?
Jesus,
You are always with me.
How you love me.
I love you, Jesus.
Amen.
PTH
