First Heirloom

After reading the first book, I was blown away. I could not contain the tears, falling like avalanches down my face. This experience broght back a long ago memory, which is still enbedded in my soul.

My baby sister died of small pox; I too was afflicted with that disease at the age of seven. A week after her burial, I slept soundly in my room; the fireplace was on. After blinking my eyes a few times, I focused on a small child playing within the flames of the fire. It was my dead little sister. We looked at each other, and I felt the reciprocating love so profoundly that it sent shivers up and down my spine. I supposed then that there is no spiritual death, because my little sister was more alive than ever. She looked at me one last time; then she turned and walked through the wall and disappeared. But why body death?

Mr Hamilton, I know that with your help, down the road, I will find the answer. Thank you so much.

Carlos