I ask you, do you wonder if you're going to pass away every time you open up your eyes everyday? Do you wake up with the marvelous sun beaming through your home window, leaving a sillowhette from the birds and trees worked out across your floor? And also the scent with the flowers permeataing through your place? My family and i also have been locked up in this suffocating, calignous jail for who is aware how long. I actually tell you, My spouse and i honestly have no idea of why we we were captured, our skin color maybe? our beliefs? Or maybe those really white persons can't just give us an escape now and again. I am Jensen, a father of only two precious ladies, Clementine and Little Susy, who I will not see grow up to amazing ladies. This is my tale. My girls' mother had not been 'around, ' as much as they hoped for while growing up, she was captured whenever they were had been born and was forced to be a servant for The Master of the town, Mulroy. That was your last time I saw her dark brown eyes, eyes of hope, eyes of Empathy, being seized away from myself. The image of her sensitive cheeks being stained with those holes of hers makes me personally weep. We don't know for what reason they needed her simply, I should had been the one rather, I had the opportunity to go back... As her ethereal body walked out of my life, I began devoting my life to Christ and spread the information of Gods words to the people of our town. I hope to The almighty I'll reach this impaired Nation, I will stand up pertaining to what's correct and help to make a change.
Since the moon passes the jail bars each night and twilight submerges the cellular, I do certainly not regret which i have dished up god and get forced to simple confinement. I have done his will. Although I wish I really could be with my own girls, they can be together with a new family whom love them that is certainly all I can hope for them. I hesitation they recollect the memmories we created together, which is good, 2 weeks . new commencing for them too for me.