“Mother, does God hear my prayers?” a seven-year-old boy asked Rosalie.

The woman slightly opened her eyes as she tried to catch her son’s sight. Her skinny body which was weakened by a breast cancer was soaked up in heat burns caused by prolonged confinement to bed.

“Y-Yes, Marcus. God has time for everyone,” she answered faintly.

Confusion consumed Marcus’ face as questions started to flee through his untainted words. “But why does it seem so difficult for God to help you?” he asked again, his eyes were now misty.

Arduous emotions pounded Rosalie’s heart. At his young age, she could feel his pain and just by listening to his small voice makes it more painful to bear, wishing that she could do something to alleviate his immature suffering.

“My son, don’t say that. God has the power to heal sick people. It has never been difficult for Him to do that,” she said.

“But why He doesn’t do something to make you feel better?” asked Marcus.

Rosalie tried to paint a smile on her face. “Perhaps God has a purpose for me,” she said.

“And what is that?” he asked, there was hope in his tone.

“He wanted me to be with Him,” she answered.

“But why?” he asked.

Rosalie released a deep burning sigh. “Because we belong to Him. We should not be afraid of death because it’s like going home. And with God, there is more happiness.”

Marcus was raised in half-relief, with his eyes still in deep thoughts. Then he smiled. He held his mother’s hands and kissed them with so much love and endearment.

“If God wants you there, I won’t cry because I know He loves you,” said Marcus.

“He loves you, too, my son,” she said as she tried to embrace him.

His young body made her cry. She wished she could have much time for her little one. She wished she could stay longer and take care of him everyday.

Then there was silence. She held her son’s face with her palms and looked at those glum eyes.

“Mother, can you ask God to take care of me when you’re gone?” his worries squeezed her heart as she cuddled him for more, thinking it might be the last time.

Rosalie answered him with a long, loving kiss. “Y-Yes, my son. That would be the first thing I would tell Him. W-When you’re sad and I’m nowhere in sight, always remember that I can see you from where I am and I love you very much!”

“I love you, too, Mother!” he cried, as Rosalie finally closed her eyes.