Missing Car Keys
Father didn’t know. Mother didn’t know. ZZ didn’t know. ZZ watched from the back seat as Father and Mother looked for the keys.
Father didn’t know. Mother didn’t know. ZZ didn’t know. ZZ watched from the back seat as Father and Mother looked for the keys.
“God,” Grandmother Brigitte prayed, “please don’t send rain because we live here and will get wet.”
Grandmother Brigitte opened the letter and read, “We just found out that we have to give you this additional payment.”
He looked up at Mother and Father with great determination on his tiny face. Stamping his feet on the ground, he yelled, “I don’t want to go to the other school!”
Father didn’t like the sound of that. “You are not going to go to the Adventists,” he said. “You are going to study at an Adventist school.”
“Why do we have saints in our church, and they don’t have saints in their church? Why do we baptize babies when they are born, and they do not?”
“Our Father,” Teacher said, “please help Denisa to calm down and to understand that it is better to play with the other children and not only with Timeea.”
As he listened, the words made sense for the first time. He understood that the seventh day of the week, Saturday, was an important day.
Before, Daria played in the mud all day and was always dirty. Mother used to have to tell her, “Wash your hands, wash your hands.” Daria always used to say, “No!”
The priest refused to leave the house. He stayed for several days and nights, trying to convince Father not to join the Adventist Church.
As the family’s savings ran out, Mother desperately came up with a plan. She called Mabel and the other children to her.
“I’m sorry, Mother. I’m sorry, Father,” he said. “I do not want to perform this ritual. Don’t worry. I’m not going to go back to prison.”