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Post by Russel Jefferson on May 25, 2020 7:16:48 GMT
He felt a bit dizzy as he woke up in another room. Wait. This wasn’t the other room that he was in; The room that he was in right at the moment had white wallpaper and everything looked almost broken. He didn’t want to risk getting a paper cut or splinter so, he was walking around slowly, making sure that he won’t step on anything. Russel saw that the bed was looking a lot less comfortable since he could tell that it was made out of cheap wood or anything across those lines.
..... Wait. David wasn’t in this room with him. No one was. He was alone. He hated that feeling. He felt tears coming out from his eyes with worry and fear, thinking that his only family member with him was in danger. He was taking his hand and putting it onto his heart. “David, where ever you are. Please stay strong, for your uncle.” He said to himself as he was sitting on the floor, making sure that a piece of wood or glass wasn’t touching any part of his body.
He was even giving himself a silent prayers. He was near the bed, going down on his knees safely.
“Dear God. If you are hearing me right now. Please keep my family, especially Tia, my children, David and Hannah safe and sound. Please send this spiritual message to everyone. Tell them that Daddy will be home soon. Amen. Please god, even have your spirit with me and have your guidance around my family.”
He made the sign of the cross and went to the bed resting, having hope. No time to cry. It wasn’t going to be solving anything in this particular case.
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