I'd just told the translator to tell the other kids to stop (kids will be kids, haha)
She looked into my eyes, solemnly. She held the heart in her hand.
and point to the heart on her shirt. "Xīn" I drew a moon and she painted yellow blog "stars" above it.
the unsmiling, untouchable, unexpressionable one. But Jesus did.
and lightly took it in mine, so limp and unassuming.
We rode the elevator up to the 5th floor together, but she was "gone" again.
She held the tissue packet and crinkled it against her ear, and sprayed that lavender spray until it floated in the air. ;)
Then she held her little hands out to me and looked up in question.
she looked up at me with a shimmering radiance and smiled at me. It felt like the world shattering.