God nor Jesus wouldn’t want me in their heart now, seemed like. I laid there for a long time. I tried to pray, but my teeth chattered to the point where I couldn’t. I cried for a while, quiet as I could, till my lips felt dried out. I ached all over. I had a painful buzz in my mouth that wouldn’t go away. I needed Mama. I needed to tell her I’d lied to her and Daddy both. I wasn’t watching Timmy like I was supposed to, and it was my fault he was dead. I went over it in my mind, how I would say it, how I would beg forgiveness and ask Mama to pray with me and get me right with the Lord like she
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