I knew this would destroy him,I prayed and prayed that God would heal his mother.
His name is Pontifah and I am in love with him. He is not a typically boyfriend for a church girl like me but I love him nevertheless. I have never seen him so vulnerable as he is now.I look at him kneeling by his mothers bedside and he is so vulnerable and I pray that this will not take him a step back in his young walk with God.So,I keep praying.
Then,it happens. His mother died holding his hand. I hugged him and in between our silent sobs ,I knew it.
I knew that I had to be there for him.That he needed me...
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