Round One: Believed
Round Two: Believed 2
Jesus brought him to that nice Home for the Aged.
Matthew, that little angel he fortunately met outside the church while he was an old street beggar, went looking for his father after he lost him inside a nearby grocery market store.
He invited the little boy to sit beside him. They talked until his father found him seated by his side by the church's entrance ladder. After giving him a hundred dollar bill and thank you, they left.
That same day, Jesus came. He was the grandfather of Matthew. His son, Peter, had sent him to take him to their own Home for the Aged.
The writer, like his other series, was trying to remember what series he wrote about this old man.
"It was BELIEVED. The Writer Series 8."
A whisper again, like before, answered his question. Then he continued with the story.
It has been a week since he arrived at the Home. He met other people, made friends and lived happily with everyone. He had not heard anything from any of the three. Until one day, he received a call from Peter.
What was a good to him turned out to be a bad for Matthew and his father. Peter called his father, Jesus, to pick him up, Jeremiah, by the church and take him to their Home for the Aged. After he put down the phone, they were bumped by a car escaping from the police cars behind them. The impact was so strong, the car of Peter made turns until it hit a street wall and Matthew died at that moment.
The old man cried and cried as he knelt in front of the tomb of Matthew and his grandfather, Jesus. Matthew was buried two days later after the accident. Her grandfather was just buried three days ago. Peter was hospitalized for a week. It was Jesus, who buried Matthew, but the pain of his death he could not stand he died of heart attack. It was Peter who gave his burial after leaving the hospital. It was his father's instruction to call him, his father's founded friend, as he was described to Peter. So Peter called him that day and later on explained what had happened from the beginning.
He went to the cemetery for the burial of Jesus, without the knowing of his family. He wanted to visit his heroes. He called them his heroes as they were three people that have changed his life. One still lives, but two have gone. After everyone left the cemetery, he approached the tombs of Matthew and Jesus.
It was hours that he stayed there crying and feeling guilty as if it was his fault they were buried. Then, it started to rain, and he did not even realize it. Until his attention was called by someone. A small voice.
"Hello there!"
He turned around and at his back, a little boy was seated on top of a tomb a few meters away from him, with his legs crossed while seated. He could not see his face clearly as it was raining and beside that he was half blind.
"It is raining! You can get sick!"
The boy in white shirts and shorts continued talking while stretching his legs to stand. His blond hair was the only strong color he could see.
He ignored the boy. He just stared at the tomb of Matthew, remembering him when he shouted those words.
"Yes, I believe!"
Then he cried again.
He felt a small hand on his right shoulders, but he did not turn around.
"Do not feel guilty of anything. Nothing was your fault. Everything was part of the Father's plan. Just believe God."
He turned around. There was no one beside him. Instead, that boy who talked to him before was walking away waving his hand to him.
"Let's go."
That voice came from a man on his left side.
It was Peter. He seemed that he saw him hiding from them and came back for him.He came beside him and he did not even realize. Then he turned his look again to the boy on his right side. He was gone!
He was helped by Peter to stand on his feet.
"I promised my father that I will take care of you. He left knowing you will be in good hands. I am sure Matthew would want the same. He was the one who told me you need help."
Peter talking to him softly on his ears. The old man's tears came down again, as he was hugged by this good man, son of Jesus.
"Have you seen the boy?"
He asked Peter. Peter looked at him with a question in his eyes. He looked around them.
"The boy? Where?"
That's all he said before adding more.
"There's no one here beside us."
Peter's response made the man understand something..
"Yes, I believe."
He repeated the words of Matthew as if reciting them. He gave a deep breath and exhaled whatever pains he had inside. He finally was able to smile again. So they left the cemetery.
The writer, once again, was happy with his ending. So they both rest themselves, him and the pen.
(c) bbayonito20/bethbciar
