THOSE AWAKE... 

By Tessa Harvey



       Over the next few days, Mia began to rally. Once or twice little Alison crept in and stood gazing at the frail old lady. "Hello," she began, "I have a brother. He is George. When I am big, I can marry him."
    Mia smiled. "Don't laugh," scolded the little girl, "my mummy and daddy got lost, but then they go unlosted. Is God real?" Alison suddenly asked. "Why aren't you better?" "Because I am old and it is nearly time for me to go to Heaven and meet my lost family. Best of all, I will be with Jesus."
    "I have tried my bestest, hardest to see Jesus, but I can't find him." Her voice wobbled.
    Just then Yvonne came into the pretty room, decorated with peaceful artwork and festooned with flowers.
"Mum, Auntie is going to see Jesus. Why can't I see Him too?" Alison was agitated. Yvonne saw Mia was looking tired and pale. "Come for breakfast," she suggested gently. "I will help you."
    "Pancakes?" asked Alison, hopefully. Happy, she waved goodbye and trotted from the room, following the delicious smell of cooking. 
    Yvonne glanced down at the older lady , but Mia's eyes had fluttered shut, her breathing soft and regular. She wondered what she had meant about soon seeing Jesus.

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