Continue on with Dear Mili…And the Parade outside on 2nd Avenue continues…
You can imagine how the child felt at being left all alone.
She went deeper and deeper into the forest, the wind blew wildly in the tops of the fir trees, and when thorns took hold of her dress, she was terrified, for she thought that wild beasts had seized her in their jaws and would tear her to pieces.
The woodpeckers, crows, and hawks screamed furiously, and at every step sharp stones cut her feet. She trembled with fear, and the farther she went, the heavier grew her heart. The sky clouded over, every trace of blue disappeared, and the storm wind buffeted the branches so hard that they cracked.
In the end the dread in her heart grew so great that she could go no further, and she had to sit down. She said to herself: "Oh, dear God, help your child to go on."
(later, have to run now…)
Nikisha 