Tia sat down, staring at the family photo pinned firmly on
the wall, her hand smoothed the fur of her pet dog- Honey.
Who was napping on Tia’s lap, her fur looked radiant as the
sun caught its golden colour. Tia bit her lip, she hated
looking at that ridiculous family photo, it was a fake, a
false portrayal of what lay beneath the smiling exterior.
That photo was a mask to cover up the real thing. Like a
bandage covering up a wound. She felt so lonely, unloved and
cheated of what she really deserved. Tia’s eyes began to
tear over, just looking at her broken, worn down family made
her feel so empty. She brushed the tears away quickly, why
was she crying, how would that help anything? She then got
up to do some revision.
Tia stared at her revision notes, the words just became a
blur as she read them, she just wasn’t focused, she brushed
the notes aside, she was going out – she needed fresh air.
She would go for a walk; she ran down the old, worn stairs,
grabbed her house key and slipped on a smoky grey hoody. She
opened the door, the cold wind cut into her face like a
knife; she buried her face into her hoody; and trudged into
the autumn air. The sky was a dusky grey in colour, and it
was spitting; brown leaves danced on the floor, the trees
were bare and swaying slightly. As Tia walked she thought of
her family, her mum and dad never paid any interest in her.
They never had. From a young age she’d be left to her own
devices, a children’s book would be shoved under her nose;
and then she’d be deserted for hours. They were not
concerned with their daughters wellbeing, just their own
petty problems. Riles – Tia’s older brother, never
socialised with her, Cheryl – his girlfriend – was his only
Honey seemed to be the only friend Tia had, she was always
there when Tia needed her, always reliable. But, Honey was
getting old, and she was just a dog, she couldn’t entirely
understand the complicatedness of a humans thoughts. She had
the easy life.
Tia crouched down by a weeping willow; it had a couple of
green leaves. She felt just like the tree, just like a
weeping willow, hidden away with no one to appreciate her.
Rain began to fall heavier and heavier; Tia got up and
stared at the ground, pinching her hoody around her face to
avoid the rain. It was too late before she noticed a man
walking in the opposite direction, and she bumped straight
into him. The man looked at her. He was wearing a neat brown
jacket, glasses, and had dark brown wavy hair. His heart
felt sympathy towards Tia, and he stopped her. “What’s
wrong? You look upset.” Tia shrugged and she began to walk.
“I need, I just need to be on my own, I’m not wanted
anywhere else,” she sighed, clasped her hands and pursed her
lips, trying to avoid the man. “Now that’s not true, I can
already name you someone that cares where you are, and…”
“No, no you can’t. Just leave me alone!”
“Look, God cares. He cares a lot.” Tia’s mouth straightened.
She had never liked the idea of a God, she didn’t want to
listen. “I don’t need your help I can manage on my own.
Thank you.” She said through gritted teeth. She stumbled on,
squinting as she walked through the heavy rain.
She soon reached the familiar door, with the peeling paint
and rusty knocker. She opened the door and was greeted by
rowdy shouting. “Tia! Tia where’ve you been?”, her mum
screamed. “I asked you to wash the dishes, -just wash the
dishes, and you’ve gone and forgotten. You stupid girl!”
Tia’s mum shouted, she opened a packet of cigarettes, lit
one, and then sucked on it, waiting for Tia to respond.
“Mum, I had to revise; I can’t do everything.” Tia said. Her
mum breathed out a long wisp of smoke “I don’t care if you
had to rebuild the empire state building! My dishes are
dirty and you need to clean them!” Tia’s mum growled, Tia
threw down her house keys and stormed to the kitchen, she
picked up a dish and washed it so vigorously that she ended
up dropping it, it fell with a smash, and china went flying
everywhere. “Oh, you idiot. You can’t do anything; no one
would think your going to be seventeen this year! You act
like a flipping ten year old!” Tears welled in Tia’s eyes
once more; she was confused and puzzled, what had that man
meant? Was he right? She finished cleaning the dishes, and
stacked them up. Thoughtful of what had happened she dived
into her bed, placing a pillow around her head.
Tia awoke to the burning of toast and her mum shouting at
her dad. She got into her jeans and fleece, then she braided
her hair and went down stairs. “Late aren’t you?” her mum
asked taking a puff from her cigarette. Tia shrugged, ‘ well
you were very helpful waking me up,’ she said sarcastically.
Mum curled her lip. “Mum, where did you put my trainers?!”
“I didn’t flipping move them Riles!” mum shouted. Then there
was a knock on the door, it was Cheryl, the house was filled
with noise. Tia took a piece of burnt toast, buttered it and
then got her schoolbag to go. She couldn’t bear the constant
shouting and arguing, she hated it, her house was never
filled with words of love.
When Tia arrived at school she was greeted by her friend
Hannah. “Hey. You ok?” Tia shrugged.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She lied, Hannah nodded, but her eyes
searched for the true answer. She followed Tia to her
locker. “We’ve got a new history teacher…Mr. Brown; I think
that’s his name.” Tia nodded, and made her way to her form
room. She wasn’t interested this morning; her mind was
History was first thing so Tia got to meet this Mr. Brown
straight away. She was surprised when she saw it was the
same man she had bumped into. He was a friendly looking man
and smiled at the class. “Hello class my name is Mr. Brown, I
hope soon I will get to know you all.” He smiled again, his
eyes darted to Tia, he smiled.
“Our new topic in Religious Studies, is the reign of King
Herod and people of his time. Open your books at page 47.”
He looked round at the class. They were all sussing him out,
deciding what sort of teacher he was. “Right, Darren read
the first paragraph please.” Mr. Brown directed. The class
soon came to like Mr. Brown and the lesson was a good one.
The rest of school seemed to drag by, Tia looked around
restlessly, and was reprimanded a few times for becoming
distracted. It was soon the end of school, it was dark and
snowing lightly; Tia shivered. The bus was not running due
to an accident of some sort and Tia was trying her best to
walk quickly, she warmed herself blowing into her hands. She
wish it wouldn’t snow, it brought back memories. Memories of
her mum and her building a snowman, they were just about to
put the carrot on, as his nose. Tia still remembered it
clearly. Drringg. Her mums phone had gone. Her mum got up
and left Tia in the snow, outside in her garden, alone. With
a nose less snowman. “Mummy. Mummy.” Tia had cried. “He’s
not finished yet.” But none of that mattered to her
materialistic mum. Bitterness took hold of her. She hated
being hurt. Tia was brought back to her senses. She chose
the shortcut which was down a small alley way, it was really
a very short alley way but in the dark it looked miles
longer. As she was getting near the end of the it Tia saw a
group of hooded men, they were smoking and looked
Tia tried to ignore them and stay in the shadows, but one of
the men spotted her. They began to follow her, Tia quickened
her pace, so did the men. She began to feel uncomfortable
and started to run. The snow was falling heavily now. Her
vision became blurred. Suddenly she saw a man; he had fair
hair and blue eyes. He looked kind and gentle, his
appearance was very hard to describe, it was as if he had
some sort of strange presence, to look at him was like
looking at the face of an innocent baby but at the same time
it seemed Tia was looking into the face of a wise man. He
looked at Tia and began to walk; Tia instinctively followed
him he went right down her road and up to her door. Tia
stared at the door and back, but he was gone. The man was
gone. She looked all around her, the hooded men were gone
Tia paused before knocking on the door; she was so amazed,
so confused. Riles answered the door and looked at Tia, the
expression of awe and wonder was still imprinted on her
face. “What's up with you?” he asked. Tia shrugged. “I’m not
sure.” Riles rolled his eyes, he pushed her inside. “You’ve
never made sense.” Tia frowned.
“Thanks Riles, that makes me feel a whole lot better.” Tia
muttered running up the stairs.
Tia ran upstairs; she was confused, nothing made sense
anymore. The words that were spoken to her hurt too, she
couldn’t get them out of her mind. They just played in the
background all day. Demoralizing her. Useless, stupid,
idiot. Was there any point to her life? It didn’t look like
that. She hungered for someone she could trust, who she
could love, who could love her? There seemed no hope left,
love had been stripped of it’s meaning, now all it meant was
kissing and just saying I love you. Tia knew in her heart
there was more to love than that, her heart yearned for
something, some long lasting fulfilling love. But she knew
that no human love could do that, so what could?
The following Monday, it was Religious Studies. Tia
collected her books and headed to the classroom . She sat
down on her chair, and raked her hands through her hair.
Sighing. She noticed Mr. Brown looking at her, and quickly
sat up and pulled out her folder. Once more she didn’t pay
attention to the lesson, but Mr. Brown didn’t say anything.
Tia sat doodling on a page of lined paper, was there a point
to her existence? Would anyone miss her if she was gone? No.
Who would miss a useless seventeen year old.
“Ok class you are dismissed, Tia please stay behind.”
Oh no. This was just great; Tia thought he hadn’t noticed.
“Tia. Is there something bothering you?” Tia looked down,
avoiding the direct gaze of Mr. Browns gentle eyes. “No.” she
whispered. “Tia, I am not going to report you. I need to
know. Is something going on at home.” Tia’s eyes darted
around the room, she hated being confronted about her home
life, she knew she could easily breakdown. “No. No their
isn’t.” Mr. Brown nodded.
“Tia, I would like to invite you to a youth event at my
church. Its aimed at older teens. You may have seen posters
about around the school. Its at 7pm tonight. Thank you. You
can go now.” Tia got up. She walked over to her locker. Yes.
She’d go. She’d do anything to get away from her family.
No one was home when Tia got back. She knew no one would
miss her, but she still scribbled a note so her mum couldn’t
rant at her for being inconsiderate.
Tia then went into the kitchen and got a packet of crisps
before heading off to the church. It was a local one and Tia
knew where it was and she got there promptly on time. As she
reached the door she looked around, she had always thought
that churches were old fashioned and had tall steeples and
big organs. But this church was different, it was an
inviting place – bright, young. She opened the door and
stepped inside. A girl with long dark brown hair and blue
eyes came up to her. She looked kind and friendly. “Hello,”
she welcomed, “I’m Molly,” she smiled and welcomed Tia
inside. “Hello I am Tia, I know Mr. Brown he said I could
come tonight.” Molly smiled,
“Well the more the better,” she enthused, “by the way you
can call him Derrick.”
Molly lead Tia into a hall, there were lots of teens there
of all ages and genders. Molly began to introduce Tia to
everyone. There were almost 20 people. They all seemed so
happy and content. Soon Derrick came in and introduced Tia
himself to the group. “I thought as a starter we could do a
naming game.” He announced. The group agreed. Tia soon knew
most of the people. There was Jack, Molly, Lucy, Jane,
Harvey, Grace, Dominic, Ruth, Ceri, Samantha, Nathan,
Debbie, Rachel, George, David and Emily. She liked it here,
she felt accepted, even though everyone in the room was a
stranger to her. After that exercise Derrick began to read a
passage out from his Bible. It went like this- “For God
loved the world so much that he gave his only Son. God gave
his Son so that whoever believes in him may not be lost, but
have eternal life.” The rest of the group began to think
deeply about those words, Tia looked around awkwardly, she
didn’t want to be out of place. So she bowed her head and
thought. Why did he give his only son? How much did he love
the world? Who was his son? She thought. Could this God love
her too? Soon after, Derrick prayed and then the group
shared around crisps, biscuits and cakes.
Derrick offered to bring Tia home, but Tia refused. She
preferred her own company, and she didn’t want Derrick to
pry into her family affairs, or her inner feelings. She kept
them bottled up within her, a firm cap held them down, and
she didn’t want anyone to release that cap. Tia soon reached
her door. All the light and happy emotions were stamped out
of her in a single moment.
Before Tia had even set a foot on the floor her mum came at
her, she slapped her, Tia smelt alcohol on her breath “Why
the hell have you been going off with a Jesus man who will
put all religious stuff in your teeny little brain!” she
growled. Tia looked at her Mum, her slap stung and she had
to choke her tears away. Every time she walked through this
door the whole atmosphere changed, everything became so
aggressive. “If there is any respect or love left in you,
then at least you would recognise I am nearly and adult now.
I don’t need your permission for every action I take.” Mum
curled her lip, and pulled out a cigarette. “Just get up to
your bloody room will you.” Her mum sobbed, before coughing.
Tia went upstairs wishing she could find the love she
yearned for so much. Wishing she could be loved.
Tia had come home from a long day at school, she felt ill,
and was sitting on her bed texting; she had her laptop on
her bed, looking at puppies, Staffies. She was looking for
another puppy, someone to keep Honey company and Tia company
when Honey was gone. Mum refused Tia’s request of getting a
dog, said it was too expensive. But she made excuses for
everything. Tia sighed; she remembered it was her turn to do
the dishes. She didn’t feel like it though, she was tired
and had a migraine. Her mum could do it herself, she was
more than capable. If all of mum’s abusive words were bars
of soap, every dish on planet earth would be crystal clean.
“TIA!” she heard her Mum scream. Tia just ignored her and
buried her face in her pillow, she didn’t care. “TIA! TIA!
COME HERE NOW!” her Mum shrieked. But Tia didn’t care.
Her Dad didn’t come home till ten; he was in a bad mood. He
didn’t smile when Tia came down to greet him, and he slapped
Mum when she didn’t give him his tea. They started arguing
and Mum cried, but what made Tia worried was something else.
Since yesterday Mum had began to develop a cough, a hoarse
cough that made her throat sound dry. She coughed and cried
in such a way that it sounded like she might just fall and
collapse. Tia wasn’t sure what to do.
She went into her bedroom and knelt down beside her bed.
Honey came in the room. She rested her head on Tia’s lap,
Tia smoothed her fur and kissed her head. Honey’s brown eyes
stared into Tia’s hazel ones. Tia thought once again about
her life, from day one she had been an ‘accident’ that was
what mum had told her so many times, it was her little tool,
a way of making Tia feel useless. Mum had loved Tia at a
point in time, but that had slowly disintegrated into hate.
Tia remembered as a young child, smelling a strange smell on
mums lips, which eventually became familiar. There were so
many scars in Tia’s life, which her mum constantly opened.
So many problems, so much pain. Excruciating pain. Tia
remembered hiding under her duvet with her teddy bear,
telling it how sad she was. That she didn’t like mummy being
angry. And she didn’t understand why mummy cried. As a child
she had been so neglected, she was deprived of the love she
deserved. She couldn’t count the hours she’d been left in
her room with some crayons and a piece of paper, and been
told to draw. Then, five hours later, mum would come home
and Tia would rush down the stairs to show mum her artwork.
But mummy didn’t care, she shoved it aside. Once Tia had
seen her drawing of a flower screwed up in the bin. Tears
collected around Tia’s eyes. She searched in her drawer and
pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, her flower.
It was Sunday; Tia had gone to the Youth Club regardless of
what her Mum thought. This time Derrick read out a different
passage it went like this- “Love is patient and kind. Love
is not jealous, it does not boast, and it is not proud. Love
is not rude, is not selfish and does not become angry
easily. Love does not remember wrongs done against it. Love
is not happy with evil, but it is happy with the truth. Love
patiently accepts all things. It always trusts, always
hopes, and always continues strong.” Tia thought about this.
This was the sort of the love she wanted and needed, this
was the sort of love that she wished was always in her home.
This was real this was true.
Mum was puffing a cigarette when Tia got back, she glared at
Tia. She pulled out her mobile and texted Molly.
Tia and Molly had begun to form a good friendship with each
other and Molly went to the same school as Tia. Molly
understood Tia, and she listened to her, she never pried but
she was caring and thoughtful. Tia slipped on a hoody and
her plimsolls and went back outside. She was going to
When she got round to Molly’s house she could instantly
sense the change of atmosphere compared to her own house.
She liked the calm, relaxed environment and soon settled in.
Molly’s dog Rolo bounced up to greet them. Tia smiled. She
liked Rolo, he was a Labradoodle and very friendly. Tia and
Molly sat in Molly’s bedroom, painting each others nails.
Molly talked to Tia about school and Tia did the same. Molly
helped Tia, Molly understood Tia and she talked about her
own life too. After that it was dinner, before anyone ate
Molly’s Mum, Kathleen, thanked God for the food. This was
unusual for Tia, in fact the whole set up of the meal was
different, Tia never ate dinner with her family yet Molly’s
older sister Esther was at the table as well as Jude who was
Molly’s younger brother. Their father was at work. After the
meal, Molly and Tia spent some time talking to each other.
Before Tia went home Molly prayed for her, but she didn’t
pray in English she prayed in a language that Molly called
Tia wished she didn’t have to leave, to return to her
aggressive, unwelcoming home. But she didn’t want to
overstay her welcome. When she got home, her body urged her
to sleep, but her mind said otherwise. She was surrounded
with thoughts, she was mainly thinking about Molly, and the
different lifestyle they had, for them, the family photo on
the wall was real, not fake, not an image that disguised a
dysfunctional family. Molly’s family were united, they were
bound together with love and understanding. Tia knew they
had strong relationships, she had none, her and her family
were just people who learnt to live alongside each other,
but there was no love involved. The only love was between
Riles and Cheryl, but they only kept that for each other.
Tia hardly even knew Cheryl, even though Riles and her had
been with each other for months, she just never socialised
with her, maybe that was the problem, maybe she needed to
love in order to be loved.
Tia always felt so lonely inside, so empty. She knew that
she had lots of love to share with others, but there was no
one willing to receive it. She snuggled underneath her duvet
and thought, she wished she could be loved and love. She
wished that more than anything.
Tia came back from school and plonked her bag on the sofa,
she looked across at Cheryl who reading a magazine. She had
noticed a difference in Cheryl but hadn’t quite but her
finger on it, now she realised. “Cheryl, your not pregnant
are you?” she asked, trying not to sound to sure of herself
in case she wasn’t. Cheryl smiled and rubbed her belly
contentedly. “Yep, “ she said laughing. Tia congratulated
Cheryl and thought for a moment. On one hand she was happy,
on another she wasn’t, it was another topic for mum to
grumble about or complain about. She hardly wanted the
hassle of a baby on her hands. In fairness, Cheryl and Riles
were both twenty two and old enough to care for a baby
without mums help, but that didn’t sort out the financial
cost of a new child.
“Pregnant?” mum asked Riles again, with a slight hint of
irritation in her voice. “How many weeks?” she asked, eying
Riles with what seemed to be suspicion. Riles frowned. “Why
do you care, all you need to know is your going to be a
Nana.” Mum sighed, before coughing repeatedly as she walked
outside into the garden to light a cigarette.
It was Youth Club and after a game of dodge ball, Derrick
read out a passage. It was about marriage and Tia realised
that it was wrong of Riles and Cheryl to have a child
without being married, or at least in God’s eyes it was.
She’d never considered that it was wrong before, but now she
herself felt that it would be better to wait until she was
married; that way their weren’t many risks involved, and it
was a better environment to bring up a family. She told
Derrick about it, he explained that the rules of God are not
as imprinted in people’s thoughts as they used to be, that
people did these things and saw no wrong in it. But Jesus
would not like it because you should be committed to each
other before deciding to have a baby. But he also reminded
Tia that you can mend any sin if you ask Jesus for
forgiveness. Tia nodded, she was beginning to soften to the
Christian religion. It didn’t seem like a boring religion
anymore, where you prayed all the time and recited the
bible; instead it seemed alive and relevant to the issues
Tia had. The bible was read in an exciting, contemporary
way; it was interesting. Christianity was interesting.
Tia was sitting on her bed with Honey at her side, she was
on her laptop, searching for possible Universities she may
want to go to, she wanted a good education. Going to a
university could mean a £10,000 debt afterwards, not only
had the accommodation prices gone up, so had the tuition
prices. Tia thought the government were going over the top,
allowing universities to charge that much. Every university
she showed any interest in was way out other budget. Stupid
student fees, she thought to herself, why do they have to go
up for, now I can’t even get a decent education. I’ll be
stuck at home for the rest of my life. Tia closed her laptop
in frustration, there was nothing, nothing at all. No
university that had a decent price tag. She texted Hannah:
Hannah, I hv bn srchin 4 uni’s 4 ova an hr, nd hvnt fnd 1!!
x Tia then waited for a reply, it wasn’t long before she
received one. My frnd is doin a protest, d u wanna come? x
Tia considered this for a moment, a student protest? It was
a protest where she’s be making a difference, with others,
rampaging the streets of London for a reason, she would be
protesting against the horrific prices the unfairness. Yes
she would do it, then at least the government might look and
do something about it, so Tia replied saying she would.
All of Saturday morning Tia was hyped up, she was waiting
for four’ o clock, when she would go with Hannah and her
friends on a protest in London. Tia’s mum noticed a
difference in her, and didn’t like it, so she constantly set
tasks for her, could you do this? Could you do that? Pop to
the shops and get me a… -were the only words that spilled
from mums mouth.
Finally four’ o clock came, Tia pulled on her hoodie and
then went out. Hannah met Tia at the Big Ben in London,
there was a group of about twenty huddled in agroup, one of
Hannah’s friends had banners and signs to give out. Tia
stared down at the sign she was holding. Was it worth it?
Was it worth marching into the city of London for a protest?
Tia wasn’t sure; she didn’t notice Hannah and her friends
marching off, she followed them, wishing Honey was there,
she would of helped her decide whether to go with them. Tia
tried to reassure herself it was right, after all she was
protesting for what she believed in, and it would be
peaceful; at least she hoped it would.
It was minutes before Tia was lost in a crowd of hundreds of
noisy students, all protesting, all united. She saw some of
them running to shop windows and kicking them. She was
astonished, there was no reason to become violent. Police
were running up to the students and wrestling the difficult
ones to the ground, it was then Tia noticed that one of them
was Hannah’s friend. He stared the policemen angrily in the
eye, swearing and punching. Tia began to feel people pushing
her from behind, she almost lost my balance, she tried to
put her sign as high as she could into the air, but felt it
wobbling in her hand. Suddenly she tripped, she tried to get
up, but several bodies surrounded her, seeming to close in
on her. She crawled out and ran away from the crowd, towards
the shelter of a nearby shop, Tia was about to drop the sign
when she felt a heavy hand descend on her shoulder.
me,” a policeman coughed, “Were you just about to vandalise
that shop window with your sign?” Tia suddenly realised her
mistake, charging up to a shop window with a reasonably
heavy sign in her hand, what else could it of looked like.
“No.” Tia replied innocently. The policeman shook his head.
“What’s your name and address.” Tia sighed, why oh why was
she taking the blame, instead of all those other violent
“20 Meltam Place in Rushter. And my name is Tia Farnahm.”She
said through gritted teeth, trying to hold her temper. The
policeman nodded and directed Tia to a car, where she was
asked to take a seat, and the policeman would escort her
home. There were two police in the car, a man and a woman.
The woman was very chatty and kept asking Tia questions, Tia
responded in the easiest way possible.
Finally the police car arrived at Tia’s house; the police
got Tia out and walked her to her door. Mum answered it; a
cigarette in her hand. The policeman barely got a word in
before mum exploded. “Where have you been? And why the hell
have you got a policeman with you? What have you done?!”
Finally, the policeman got a word in edgewise. “Mr.s Farnham,
your daughter was involved in a protest and appeared to be
about to vandalise a shop window.” The policeman informed
mum. “Protest? Tia, why. Just, just get the hell inside.”
The policeman then left mum, who slammed the door angrily.
Tia ran upstairs, tears streaming down her face, why did she
constantly get the blame for everything? There was only so
much a seventeen year old could take. Tia was at loss, if
there was a God, why didn’t he let any of her life go to
plan? Why was her life full of misfortunes? Why?
It was Youth Club, Tia decided she would go; she’d do
anything just to get away from her mum. There wasn’t a
passage this week; instead Derrick did a sermon on God’s
everlasting and forgiving love. He gave examples from his
own life, and he portrayed God’s love in such a wonderful
way, that Tia felt inspired. She seemed to forget the
previous days events and just dwell in God’s love and hope
and the promise He gave her and everyone who cam to him,
that one day, she would live in His house forever.
Tia thought for a minute, she wanted to be a part of the
love and unity that the youth group had. She wanted to
become a child of God too, she wanted the same love, the
same care the same father like protection which God had over
all his other children. So Tia prayed a prayer of salvation
and as she did so, she knew that she felt different, and
that love had been found. Her heart was finally complete she
felt so happy; Jesus was the love she needed. Suddenly, she
saw the man again; the one she had seen when she was being
followed by the boys, there in the Church, looking at Tia,
smiling at her, refreshing her. And before Tia had time to
tell Molly about it he had gone, disappeared, just like
that. Then Tia looked down and saw a Bible at her feet, and
printed on the inside cover was- Tia Farnham, Tia was
amazed, she thanked God for his blessing and prayed for many
As she walked home, Bible in hand she began to think about
her decision and how it might change her life. How it might
affect those around her. Her Mother answered the door. When
she saw the Bible in Tia’s hand she began to get cross.
“Tia, what have you got in your hand?” she snarled.
“A book of love and rules.” Tia whispered, then ran upstairs
and slipped the Bible into her drawer. Then she got changed
and went to sleep.
* * * *
Cheryl was in her final month of pregnancy, she found
difficulty in moving and often Tia would come home to find
Cheryl stretched across the sofa. Cheryl constantly to Tia
how much she wished her little child was out of her now. She
had found out the baby’s gender but kept it secret from
everyone else. The pregnancy seemed to bring Riles and
Cheryl closer than ever, and the love they shared for each
other was clear. Tia found that in being a Christian, she
found it easier to do good things and help people, she often
found herself helping Cheryl carry things or bringing Riles
lunch without being asked. Molly constantly encouraged her
and told her that God would help her to continue to be
loving and gracious if she put her faith in him.
It was Saturday and Tia was sitting in the living room
watching TV, Cheryl was lying on the sofa and Riles was
keeping a close eye on her. It was in the middle of a break
in the TV show, when Cheryl looked slightly distressed, she
clutched her stomach and gave Riles a nod. Riles knew what
it meant, he yelled for Mum, he was always quite nervous and
panicky when it came to important things. Mum and Riles
helped Cheryl into the car and rushed her off to hospital;
no one said a word to Tia. She sat at home wondering what
was happening, but her mind was more focused on university,
she was trying to think of a peaceful way to protest against
student fees, to protest about the increasing cost just for
an education. She sighed as she saw all her dreams crash to
the ground, she had dreams of becoming a doctor, but she
couldn’t be one if she hadn’t gone to university. She felt
at loss inside.
Tia looked at the time on her phone, 8.34pm, they had been
at the hospital for two hours now, she was beginning to
worry, what if the birth had gone wrong? She bit her lip.
How tragic it would be if the baby hadn’t made it, after all
Cheryl’s hard work. She prayed this wasn’t the case.
Suddenly the phone rang, Tia got up and answered it.
“Hi Tia…guess what… you’re going to be an Aunt to a nephew!
We called him Zak. The birth went ok, Cheryl’s got a third
degree tear, but she’ll be ok. He looks so much like Cheryl
the hair and all.” He sounded so excited and his words all
came out in a rush. Tia couldn’t wait to see the baby.
They came home at six, and Zak was in a Moses basket, curled
up in a cream blanket, looking nice and snug, he was so
small and delicate. Tia thought that one poke and he may
start crying. She rubbed his cheek gently, and looked into
his blue eyes which were just like Riles’. Her heart warmed
to the new child, a new addition to the family. She felt it
was like her coming into God’s family, a new and welcomed
addition to grow and prosper with brothers and sisters of
Mum curled her lip at Tia when she held her arms out to hold
Zak , “Don’t go touching him, leave him alone.” she snarled.
“He’s not used to you yet, you’ll make him cry.”
Tia frowned. “Mum, seriously, stop it, I’ll be fine,” Riles
tried to break the argument by saying –
“Well he’s everyone’s baby to hold.” Then mum coughed, one
of her heaving coughs again, that made Tia cringe.
The next day when Tia and Cheryl were alone Tia indirectly
asked if her and Riles were going to get married. Cheryl
shrugged. “I dunno really, maybe, why?” she asked.
“I just think, in my opinion it’s a better place to be in
before you start a family. More secure perhaps, I don’t
know.” Tia told her. “I guess, but I don’t think its that
simple. You gotta proper love that person. ‘Coz I’d never
want a divorce, to painful.” Tia nodded and went to go and
do some revision.
Tia was sitting in her room, looking at Staffordshire Bull
Terriers for sale, again, she desperately wanted to get
another puppy, she loved dogs, she loved their simplicity
and loyalty. She loved the fact that they never judged you,
just loved you. She loved their calm temperaments. The
puppies cost a good £400, Tia only had a quarter of that to
spend. Oh well, she though to herself as she closed her
laptop, I’ll just have to keep saving, and praying.
Tia was spread across her bed, revision cards scattered
everywhere. Chewing a pencil she read each card and try to
memorise what was written on it, she picked up a red one :
What is the carbon cycle? It read, Tia scratched her head.
Slam! Tia heard Riles thump through the hallway and slam his
satchel onto the surface; that was normal, but then she
heard something else, an uncommon noise. Riles was crying,
sobbing in fact. Tia ran down the stairs, pencil still in
hand. “Riles? Riles what's wrong, is it Cheryl. Zak?” Please
no. Please not Zak. Riles shook his head and brushed away
his tears. “It’s mum Tia. Mum’s got lung cancer.” He held
his head in his hands. Tia opened her mouth to comfort
Riles, but no sound came out. “Cancer?” she said the word
with disbelief and hatred. Riles nodded and sniffed. “You
gotta pray Tia. Maybe your Jesus will listen to you.” Tia
felt her face crumple up, she fell into Riles arms and cried
on his shoulder. “Oh Riles,” Tia cried, for once feeling
close to her brother. He stroked her hair and looked into
her eyes. “It’ll be alright. You’ll see.” He gulped, “she
was taken into casualty today you see, she had difficulty
breathing. And that’s their diagnosis.” Tia bit her lip and
Why now? Why did God have to test her faith now? She
felt so desperate and emotional. It’s not until someone dies
or may die until you realise actually how much you love
them. Tia wished she had spent more time with her mum, had
appreciated her more.
Riles slowly became more irritable and frustrated with Tia,
he couldn’t control his emotions properly. He had to be
mature and sensible for Cheryl and stay calm for Zak, so he
lot all his anger and sadness out on Tia. He often shouted
at her for holding Zak or made a curt remark if she
accidently dropped something. Tia knew he didn’t mean it,
but it was hard, and it took all her strength not to let it
get to her. She just took all of her feelings to Jesus, and
let him deal with them. Rather than reacting to his words,
which would result in an argument. She would be the mature
Riles was driving Tia and himself to hospital, to see mum.
Tia had her Bible, she felt God prompt her to take it,. She
sat in the car twirling her hair. Nervous. She wasn’t sure
she wanted to see her mum now. If she wanted to become part
of the pain and hurt her mum was feeling. It was selfish,
she knew, but it was hard.
A kind nurse named Matilda showed them the way to Mum. It
was true that her Mum was seriously ill. She was very pale
and drawn, and her eyes were red, her hair was strewn across
her pillow, and her lips were thin. She smiled when she saw
Riles and Tia. She managed a faint “Hello.” Tia smiled at
her. Riles bent down and gave her a kiss on her forehead.
“How you doin’ Mum? You ain’t lookin’ too great are you?
It’s all them cigarettes I told you that they weren’t good
for you.” he whispered. Mum nodded and tears came to her
eyes. She suddenly went into a fit of coughing, it made Tia
jump, tears welled in her eyes. “Oh Mum…” she said crying.
“I’m sorry for never asking you how you were, I mean...I was
so unkind.” Mum just cried on Tia’s shoulder. Her sore,
tired eyes looked into Tia’s young, beautiful ones, “I love
you Tia and you Riles, I’m so sorry.” Mum whispered. Tia
gasped; it was the first time her Mum had told her she loved
her in years. “I, I love you too Mum.” Tia replied slowly,
the words seemed foreign to her. Then Tia sat down on a
chair by Mum’s bed and read out a passage from the Bible.
She read Psalm 41v1-13. But the verse that struck Tia the
most was verse three. It went as follows- ‘The Lord will
give him strength when he is sick. The Lord will make him
well again.’ Mum listened intently, but it didn’t sink into
her she merely smiled and gave a brief nod. Then Nurse
Matilda told Riles that they had to go.
Riles and Tia gave
Mum a hug, and Riles put some roses he had brought on the
way in a small vase. The nurse smiled, and then shoed them
away. On the way back, Riles said nothing to Tia , but there
was nothing to say.
There was an air of guilt and sadness
about, both Tia and Riles knew they should of taken mum to a
doctor sooner, but they hadn’t. Tia felt almost responsible.
She felt broken, she needed Jesus to be the glue that held
her fragmented life together.
Riles continued to blame Tia for things, to call her cruel
names and become irritable whenever when she was around Zak.
Tia would sometimes would stare him in the eyes with sorrow
and desperation. She was a person too. She had feelings. She
had pain. Every word pierced her like a knife. Every
expression broke her, she wanted to be loved by her family,
It was a Tuesday morning, Tia was sitting at the table
eating some toast, Zak was on the floor with some toys. He
began to cry, Tia walked over to him. “It’s ok.” She
reassured him, she picked him up and rocked him gently.
“It’s ok.” He chuckled. Tia laughed, she stroked his cheek
with her index finger. “Tia. Leave him alone.” Riles said
through gritted teeth. Tia shook her head with disbelief.
This was just too much. “Riles, I just picked him up. He was
crying.” Riles marched over to Tia and snatched Zak from her
eyes, Zak burst into tears. “Now look what you’ve done! Your
so selfish. Riles what is your problem?” Tia shouted
angrily. “Tia if you would just go away, and leave me to
sort out my own problems, all this would be ok. But no, you
can’t keep your nose out.” He yelled, Cheryl stepped into
the room frowning, she took Zak. “Yeah, well I am going!”
She grabbed her coat and went outside, it was windy and the
sky had some foreboding clouds in it. She wanted to get away
from her insolent brother, she wanted to see mum. She waited
at a bus shelter.
The bus came quite quickly and Tia stepped inside, she sat
on a chair next to an old lady. “Hello darling, are you on
your way home from somewhere?” she asked. Tia shook her
“No, I’m going to see my Mum.” She answered. The old lady
nodded and was about to say more, but seeing Tia’s hurt face
she decided to withdraw. The bus soon reached Tia’s stop,
she said a mumbled goodbye to the old lady and walked off
the bus. She marched up to the hospital entrance, surveying
the people waiting to be seen. The receptionist looked Tia
over “What are you in for love?” she enquired. “I want to
see my Mum, her name is Tillie Farnham, is that ok?” Tia
replied quietly. The receptionist shook her head after
scanning her computer. “I’m sorry but visiting hours are
“But, I just want to speak to her.” Tia objected. The
receptionist shook her head, “I’m sorry love, but rules are
rules. I have heard that your Mum is doing somewhat better.”
She said comfortingly. Tia headed home, cross and
frustrated, praying things would get better.
Tia couldn’t get to sleep that night, she was full of
questions. If God loved her, and cared for her. Why would he
let her mum have lung cancer, what good was that? And if he
tried to help her, and show her the right path to take in
life, why wasn’t he letting her or any other students
opinions for that matter, get across to the government, why
did she have to pay £5000, just to take a course in
university? And why did she have such a hurtful brother?
Tia soon got home, she ignored her brother and ran up the
stairs. She slipped under her duvet and sighed. Why was life
so hard? Why did she have to go through such pain. Trust in
me. She felt God’s voice hit her body in a rush. Tia felt at
peace, she would trust in the Lord to get her through this.
She soon slipped off to sleep.
Tia had decided she wanted to go and spend a week with her
Nan, while Riles and Cheryl got to spend time with Zak, just
the three of them. To keep some peace. Nan did not live far
away, but Tia didn’t visit her regularly, in fact she hardly
saw her at all, but Riles knew her quite well and thought it
would be good for Tia to see and spend time with her for a
while, after Tia agreed to the arrangement.
Riles drove Tia to her Nan’s house, he didn’t say anything,
and when they got there he just nodded and then drove off.
No wave. No look in the rear view mirror. Nothing to signify
any love for his sister.
Nan lived in a lovely place the houses were big and not
sandwiched together like Tia’s house was. There was ivy
creeping up the walls, and lavender all around the house,
and Tia could vaguely see the back garden which was filled
with all kinds of flowers- pansies, poppies, roses, tulips
and more. Tia then knocked on the door and was greeted by
her Nan, she had salt and pepper hair, blue twinkling eyes
and a soft warm smile. “Hello it’s Tia, isn’t it, come in!”
Tia walked into a bright hallway with many photo’s and
paintings pinned onto the walls, a little Westie came
bouncing up to her, its black eyes excited. “Ah, now this is
Zoe, my little terrier. Benjamin is in the garden, he is an
old dog so he may be a little tired; he’s a Dalmatian.”
Tia nodded and smiled, she already felt better here. She
felt loved and appreciated, she felt her existence in this
household was not a waste of time and would not get her
Nan showed Tia round the bedroom she would be staying in, it
was light pink in colour and was nicely spaced out, there
was a bed on one side of the room near the window and a
chest of drawers and a wardrobe on the other side. Tia
smiled and began unpacking her luggage, she felt content and
happy here, the warm atmosphere soaked into her. She looked
out the window so many thoughts twirling through her mind.
She could smell Nan’s toasties and she smiled.
When lunch was ready Tia and Nan both sat at the table.
“Tia?” Nan asked. “If you want to tell me anything you can,
but I am not forcing you too, its just, I want you to know
that I am always available if you need someone to talk to.”
Tia nodded. Her Nan had already made a good impression, now
Tia felt reassured that she was accepted. She looked around
the dining room, on one of the walls was a mounted piece of
embroidery, it read: For God loved the world so much that he
gave his only son. God gave his son so that whoever believes
in Him may not be lost but have eternal life.’ John 3 v 16.
Tia looked across at her Nan, was she a Christian? “Nan, I
don’t want to intrude or anything, but are you a Christian?”
she asked shyly. Nan smiled across at Tia. “Yes, I am.” Tia
smiled and nodded her head, “Well so am I.”
Nan chuckled. “Why I never knew.” They both laughed at their
sudden discovery. Then Tia began to think about Mum again.
“Nan, I’m really worried about Mum.” She murmured, but
trying not to sound to childish. Nan nodded. “I know, When
your Grandpa was ill with cancer I was forever worrying, but
Jesus says to give your anxieties to him. I did and Jesus’
way of solving that was by bringing your Grandpa to heaven.”
Tia sighed, it seemed all very well saying all this, but in
reality it was a lot harder, emotions often got in the way
of the truth and sometimes it didn’t seem to work when you
just asked God to take away your anxieties. Tia you can
depend on me you can trust in me. Tia felt a reassuring
voice say. Yes, she could trust in God. She still had
questions though, “Nan, I feel unloved in my home, it feels
like none of my family truly appreciate me.” Tia mumbled..
Nan paused and looked at Tia eye to eye. “Tia, I know that
your Mum loves you. When you were born she told me how much
she loved you. And what a beautiful girl you would be, she
loved you very much, and still does, even if she doesn’t
show it. Some people find it hard to express their emotions
on the outside.” Tia nodded, although still not satisfied.
“It’s not just mum though, I don’t feel loved by Dad and
Riles either.” Nan thought for a moment, pondering her
“Dad and Riles, well, they both love you but your Dad just
needs to spend more time with you…” Nan paused at this point
and seemed to be considering something. “ Why don’t we
invite him round on Saturday; maybe you can have some
quality time with each other.” Tia shrugged, she’d never had
a proper conversation with her Father let alone spent time
with him. “If you think it will make a difference.” She
shrugged. Nan nodded.
Tia sighed and looked around her nervously. It was Saturday
and her Dad was meant to be coming round for the day. She
felt a bit uneasy. Not sure what to say or how to react. It
was the first proper bit of social interaction she’d ever
had with him really. She waited anxiously on the door step
outside, Dad had said that he would come at 10:30 but it was
now 10:28. She bit her lip and looked up at the bright sunny
sky, she didn’t feel bright and sunny. Then she saw her
Dad’s red mini come up the drive. She smiled anxiously,
trying to not let her nerves get the better of her. Her Dad
got out of the car and began to walk towards the door, Tia
opened it for him and Nan greeted Dad-“Hello Sam, we haven’t
seen each other for a while.” She showed him into the living
room where Tia now was. Dad sat down on the sofa and glanced
at Tia awkwardly. “Hello. So how has, er school been Tia?”
“Ok.” She answered, she wanted to say more, but couldn’t.
Dad nodded. Her Dad opened her mouth to say more, but then
closed it quickly again. Tia could see his lip quivering,
then a tear trickled down his cheek. He glanced up at Tia,
he looked pleadingly at her. “Tia I’m so sorry. I have been
so selfish. Please forgive me.” He hugged her, it was the
first hug Tia had had from her Dad in years, it felt good,
warm and natural. “I love you Tia.” He said through tears.
Tia lifted his chin, “I love you too.” She made a mental
note in her head. Two ‘I love you’s ’ God was showing her
how much her family did care, under their metal exterior.
Dad brushed a tear from his eye. He smiled. “I heard about
Riles how he was being unfair to you. I’ve talked to him.
Then Dad paused. “I don’t know how he feels though, he’s
stressed and unsettled, aren’t we all?” Tia nodded sadly.
She and Dad had a very long talk about everyday things, but
it was something Tia had not been doing for a long time.
She, Dad and Nan continued talking and sharing tea and
biscuits around. Tia felt happy, a warmth filled her heart.
Eventually, it was time for Dad to go home. He gave Tia a
hug and said that he would re-paint her room before her
arrival back home next week. Drring! The phone went as Dad
was putting on his jacket. Nan went to pick it up, and
slowly Tia and Dad saw her face change from relaxed to
serious. She muttered a few words that they couldn’t catch,
then put down the receiver. Nan turned to them with a grave
expression. “It’s Tillie,” Nan started. “She, she is on life
support now…” she cried. Dads lip trembled he sat down. Tia
shook her head. Why was this the constant happen good
followed by bad. God please just heal her, she screamed in
her head. Please. Nan phoned Riles. “He’ll drop us off.” She
quietly told us. But no one was listening.
Tia waited impatiently for the usual growling engine of
Riles car. She couldn’t keep still, anxiety had a hold on
her it seemed to of drove its way within her, and she
couldn’t help but feel incredibly nervous and worried. Soon
the familiar sound that used to be a pain was a blessing, as
Tia heard Riles’ car come through the driveway. Zak was in
his car seat, thumb in mouth and his eyes shut. His
beautiful curly eye lashes were still blonde even though his
hair was now a mousey brown colour.
They soon reached the hospital, all of them were anxious to
see mum. The receptionist quickly told them where to go, and
they reached the ward where mum was staying and soon came
across to her bed. Tia felt her eyes filling as she looked
down on mum; she was very thin and pale. The nurse told them
that she had a breakdown not to long ago and they had to put
her on Mechanical Ventilation. She was barely breathing her
eyes were shut and Tia felt so devastated. She looked across
at her father, he gave a smile to try and lift Tia’s
spirits, but Tia knew he was just as upset as she was.
After ten long minutes of silent crying, Nurse Sarah told
the family that they had to go home. Tia had one last look
at Mum, she kissed her cold cheek, and went slowly out of
the ward. She held Nan’s hand in comfort. “Nan,” she
whispered, “God will look after her.” Nan looked at Tia with
so much affection. “Oh my child, you are so blessed. God has
his hand upon Mum’s life, and if it is his will she will
recover.” Tia squeezed Nan’s hand. Yes, God would. She
looked at all the patients in their beds, so sorrowful,
wondering when they would cease existence.
Tia prayed a silent prayer for all of them. A prayer or
Tia had gone to Molly’s house for the day, before she went
back home again. Tia told Molly how empty and afraid she
felt, how she wished none of this could happen; and although
she knew God’s love and affection it didn’t eradicate her
deep, inner feelings. Molly gave Tia a gentle hug, “I know
how you feel, when my Grandma was ill, I was always nervous,
and any phone call that we got made me freeze with anxiety,
but you have to give everything to the Lord. He knows
everything. He already has planned out your life, and your
Mums life, he knows what is going to happen, and he knows
what is best.” Tia thought, Molly seemed to be so
knowledgeable, and wise, Tia admired her for it. She looked
at her long brown hair and sapphire blue eyes with envy,
wishing she could be like her. She didn’t like the way she
looked. Hazel eyes and short brown hair, she wasn’t nearly
as pretty, or as clever. I made you for a reason, she felt a
voice say within her. I made you the child I wanted you to
be. She didn’t have to listen to the constant voices
pointing out her faults for her; they were lies.
Rolo came bouncing into the room, his tongue lolling. He
plodded over to Tia and gave her a big slobbery kiss on the
cheek. Tia smiled and gave him a gentle kiss back. “Shall we
walk Rolo?” Tia asked. Molly agreed and soon they were
clipping on Rolo’s lead.
Molly and Tia walked into the nearby field, there were
several different dogs there of all shapes and sizes, and
Rolo went bounding off to a small Maltese dog, Molly
laughed, and she and Tia sat on the grass watching the dogs
play. Tia turned to Molly, her facing creasing as it did
before she asked a question, “Molly, what are you doing
about university, you probably want an education, but I know
that neither you nor me can afford it?” Molly thought for a
moment, she got out a pack of polo’s and handed one to Tia,
they both sucked on the mint, then Molly answered, “Tia, you
have to give everything to Jesus, if he wants you to go to
Oxford university, you will go there, just trust in him.”
Tia sighed she found it so difficult to give everything to
God, she’d never done that before, she’d just constantly
pondered it and try to reassure herself.
Suddenly, Tia saw Riles’ car stop off next to the park.
Riles stepped out. “It’s time to come home.” He said with a
smile. Tia smiled in return, she hadn’t been back at her
home since she had left to go to Nan. Tia gave Molly a hug
goodbye and patted Rolo affectionately, before stepping into
Tia opened the door, the lights were off. She looked around,
and gave Riles a questioning look. He laughed. “Surprise!”
everyone chorused, the lights flickered on. Everyone stood
round a table smiling, this would be the perfect family
photo, if only mum were here. A big cake was in the centre
of the table with: Welcome home Tia! Everyone was laughing
and smiling, food was shared round and Zak giggled all the
more. Dad had painted Tia’s room and he chatted to her on
his own accord. Tia now almost knew the definition of happy.
She went to sleep that night with a smile on her face. She
The next day after school, Riles answered the door and gave
Tia a big hug. “Tia, I love you. Sorry for not listening to
you. I didn’t mean it, I was just all worked up and…”
“Shhhhhhh, it’s ok, I forgive you.” Tia replied putting a
finger to his lips. Riles nodded and gave Tia a second hug.
Cheryl came up behind Riles and hugged Tia too. “Sorry.” She
whispered into Tia’s ear. Tia smiled. She wished Mum was
with her, then she would be truly happy.
The next day, after school Molly went round Tia’s house they
talked about different universities they were interested in,
and about education in general and Molly read her Bible with
Tia. Molly was about to tell Tia about a boy she liked at
church, when Riles voice called up the stairs, it sounded
urgent. “Tia, it’s Mum.” Was all he managed to say. Everyone
went into panic mode, Tia prayed in her head that mum was
still alive, and that it wouldn’t be bad news, she forgot
all about Molly, who eventually ended up in the car with Tia
and her family. Molly still had her Bible in hand.
There was a lot of traffic, everyone was stressed and
worried which resulted in some arguments- “Riles, go. Just
go!” Dad shouted in frustration. Riles shook his head.
“Dad I can’t go if there is a flipping car in front of me.”
His face creasing with annoyance. Nan hushed them.
They soon arrived at the hospital, the big white building
seemed familiar now. Everyone clambered out of the car and
ran to the reception. The receptionist hurried them along.
The family dashed to mums ward, hoping for the best. There
was a turquoise curtain around her bed. Riles drew it aside.
Mum was laying in the bed, her head propped up by a single
pillow, there were lots of tubes running in and out of her
mouth into a big machine. Her hair was strewn across the
pillow, and looked straggly, she would of hated it like that
Tia thought. Her face was as white as her sheet, and her
body was so cold and thin that Tia found it unbearable to
look at her. “Oh Mum!” Tia cried, unable to contain the
feeling of dread inside her. She sobbed and held Mum’s pale
hand. Nan shook her head as she listened to the nurse. “Her
breathing is very uneven, the nurse said that the doctors
fear she is… slowly dying.” Nan faltered.
Please God. Not now. Not now. “Oh, Mum. Mum don’t go. I love
you, I do.” Tia cried, talking to someone who couldn’t even
see her, but maybe it was a good thing that mum couldn’t see
all the tearful faces, would that encourage her to carry
one? And not give into this cancer? Riles gave Mum a tender
kiss, and stroked her hair, a tear fell from the end of his
nose, and dripped onto mums bed sheet.
Molly knelt down and prayed silently. She opened a place in
her Bible and read the passage that she thought God had
given her. “The Lord will give him strength when he is sick.
The Lord will make him well again.” It was exactly the same
one Tia had read to her Mum many weeks ago. Tia gaped.
Suddenly there was a loud beep, the nurse stood still.
“She’s not breathing.” Tia shook her head in frustration.
God, why are you doing this? She asked, she knelt down
beside Molly and bowed her head then both the girls began to
pray. The nurse stood still in amazement and bewilderment.
Everyone waited, half expectant and half doubting. Please
God, please. Tia prayed. Make mum better, heal her, Jesus,
you can do anything, you can heal mum, you can, you can.
Slowly Mum began to open her eyes and take a deep breath.
She turned to Tia and Molly. “I’m alright.” She whispered.
The nurse gasped, amazed and without words. Mum took all the
tubes out of her mouth, and slowly but not hesitantly; she
got out of the bed and stood up! “You, you were dead?!” The
nurse said, she nearly fainted. Mum smiled, God’s spirit
shone through her being, lighting up every aspect of her.
Suddenly two white-coated doctors rushed into the room. “Get
back down Mrs. Farnham please.” They shouted, flustered. Mum
shook her head. The doctor looked very puzzled and
bewildered, he could find no logic in these events, how as
this possible? Mum began to walk, she reached out for Tia’s
hand, Tia took it. “Oh Mum.” Tia laughed. Mum kissed Tia and
they hugged each other tight. The doctors looked very
confused. “Look you shouldn’t be walking. Get in bed please.
This isn’t good for your body. I mean you’re weren’t
breathing.” The doctor pleaded. Mum shook her head
defiantly. “Do I look ill to you doctor. Jesus healed me.”
Mum replied. Tia gasped, what had she just said.
shook his head. “At least let me take a scan to see if the
cancer still remains.” The doctor said. Mum relented to
this. The doctor took Mum to the special scanning room. Mum
was in there for about five minutes, then the doctor came
out. A frown on his brow. “I don’t understand, it can’t be.
The cancers gone.” The doctor said. Everyone jumped for joy.
“We’re taking her home.” Nan told the doctor. But the doctor
did not hear, he was frowning at the results and scratching
Mum received lots of and attention when they got home, and
she didn’t hesitate to give lots back. She was still a bit
weak, so she had to stay in bed and rest. Every day Tia read
Mum a bit of her Bible, and everyday Mum began to learn more
and more about Jesus, and his love and what it meant to be a
Christian. Mum promised that when she was well Tia and her
would go to Derrick Brown church. Tia agreed to this
happily. She felt happier than she ever had before.
Slowly Mum was progressing, she still needed lots of rest
but she was able to move around more. And other things were
happening too. Riles and Cheryl were getting married. Tia
was happy for them, she now felt entirely happy. She thanked
God for his continuous love.
On Thursday evening it came to be that Tia and Mum were on
their own. Tia gave Mum a kiss and a hug. “Mum, how did you
give your life to Jesus?” she asked. Mum chuckled. She
stroked Tia’s cheek and then replied, “Tia, when I was very
ill, you know when I was unconscious on life support?,” Tia
nodded remembering Mum’s thin, pale face. “Well, it’s
difficult to explain, a man came to my hospital bed, he
picked me up and took me very high into the sky, then he
dropped me and I was alone, it was pitch black and I could
hear sounds, evil sounds, I could not see anything though. I
realised this was hell, I could smell the sin, I could
taste. I realised this man who had took me from the hospital
bed was symbolizing earthly things, you can only go so far
with these things that appear to help and comfort us on
earth; then they just ‘drop’ you. But while I was in the
darkness I prayed, my first prayer, and a hand came down and
lifted me into a place of dazzling splendour and light. I
told the Lord that I wanted him to be ruler of my life, and,
well you see…He asked me if I wanted to stay with him
forever, or go down to earth. I chose to go back to you.”
Mum smiled at Tia. Tia nodded, she felt honoured and blessed
to hear her mum talk in that way. Thank you Jesus, she
Soon Mum was well enough to go out so long as she was in a
wheel chair, Tia and Mum began going to Derrick Brown church
for the Sunday services, it was only a short walk and Tia
didn’t mind pushing Mum’s wheelchair so long as they were
together. Everybody at the church was friendly and inviting
they wished Mum better and she even got prayed for by the
minister. It was at these Church services that Tia came
across some of the familiar faces from the Youth Club she
had used to attend before Mum came down with lung cancer,
one of the ones she recognised was a boy named Harvey, also
Molly and Molly’s brother and sister were there. Tia liked
church, she felt comfortable and at home, like she was with
another family. She enjoyed the sermons, and the talks with
members of the church. At the end of the service Harvey went
over to Tia to welcome her. “Hi, I remember you. It’s good
seeing a familiar face once in a while. So, how’s your Mum?”
he asked Tia. Tia smiled. “She’s ok, thanks for asking.
She’s well on the way to recovery, all by God’s grace. How’s
your Mum and Dad?” Tia asked. Harvey seemed to be put off by
this question. “Oh, well I only live with my Mum… my Dad
left, he left two years ago, I haven’t seen him since.” Tia
nodded, and smiled at Harvey sympathetically. Harvey looked
at Tia questionably. “So, is your Dad here?” he asked her.
Tia shook her head with a sigh. “No, he’s not a Christian.
My brother Riles isn’t a Christian either.” Tia replied.
Harvey nodded. Suddenly Tia felt God almost open her mouth
and his words came gushing out of her blessing Harvey, the
words were not English, they were God’s language. Tia hugged
Harvey for a few seconds. “God will always love you.” She
whispered as he cried on her shoulder, overwhelmed. “Thank
you.” He said as he brushed away a tear.
After the service Tia reflected on everything that had
happened. She began to realise just how much she needed God,
but how God could quite easily do without her, but, He loved
her so much he was willing to give his only son for her. He
cared for her. He wanted her. And Tia wanted him. I love you
A while ago, Riles had proposed to Cheryl, asking her to
marry him, and she had accepted. It was now three days
before the big day itself, and Tia was bursting with
excitement. She felt great happiness towards her brother,
and the responsibility he was taking on. Tia was to be one
of the eight bridesmaids. She was wearing a pink satin dress
with white lace around the edges, pink heels, and her hair
was going to be done in a bun tied by a pink ribbon. Nan had
made the cake, it was white and it had three layers there
was a figurine of Riles on one layer and Cheryl on the
second layer and Zak on the third layer. Tia admired it, she
had made raspberry pavalova, she knew that it was Riles’
favourite pudding, and it fit into the pink theme.
There was lots of preparing, Mum helped with what she could,
she pinned pink ribbons on every chair in the church, which
was where the wedding would be held.
Cheryl researched different hairstyles for the big day, but
eventually decided on having it loose upon her shoulders.
Tia helped with all she could, and choose a suit for Zak.
She helped to ‘dress’ the church hall as well, with pink
flowers and ribbons and a pink dove pinned neatly in the
centre of a cream wall.
The day of the wedding soon arrived, Riles was wearing a
black suit with a white shirt, smart black shoes and a pink
tie. Cheryl was wearing a white dress with lots of lace
around the edges and creases cascading down the skirt, the
veil was delicate and pretty, she looked lovely. Zak was
sitting on Mums lap, he was giggling and chuckling, and
wearing a miniature version of Riles’ suit; Zak was ten
months now and was quite big, with masses of fair curly
The service was good Riles and Cheryl seemed happy and
looked as though they truly loved each other but Tia felt a
pang as they said their vows, did they really mean what they
were agreeing to? So many people said these vows with hearts
full of dreams of a happy, perfect marriage, but it was the
same couples who ended up signing the divorce papers. Tia
prayed that neither Riles nor Cheryl would ever have to
choose to sign the divorce papers.
After the wedding was the reception party, which took place
at a rented hall nearby. There was plenty of delicious food,
and Tia had a good meal, but she felt a little out of place
she did not know any of the other teenagers and she had no
one to talk too. Nan seemed to notice Tia’s lonely
expression and went over to sit next to her. “You ok?” she
asked. Tia nodded. Nan smiled. “Are you happy they have got
married?” Nan asked.
“Yes, yes I am, I am pleased they have made this decision,
but I am worried, I don’t want them to be signing divorce
papers in a few years time. I want it to be serious.” Tia
stated. Nan took a slice of cheesecake and nodded.
“Yes, so do I, we will juts have to pray wont we.” Nan
replied. Tia smiled and took a bite out of her chocolate
It was a week after the wedding Tia was with Mum and Dad at
Riles and Cheryl’s new house. They had bought the house
before the wedding and decided that as their honeymoon they
would move in after they were married. Tia was busy helping
Cheryl unpack some of the boxes. She noticed as she was
unpacking a box of china, that Cheryl’s belly seemed to be
protruding more than it usually did. Tia frowned. “Err,
Cheryl are, are you expecting?” Tia asked. Cheryl smiled.
“Well at least someone’s noticed, you and Riles are the only
people that know. Yes, this one is just three months.”
Cheryl remarked. Tia nodded, realising that, that meant that
Cheryl had conceived before she was married, hadn’t she paid
any attention to what Tia had said when Cheryl was pregnant
with Zak. “So you conceived before the married then?” Tia
asked knowing the answer. Cheryl nodded. “Yes, in fact as
soon as I knew that I was pregnant was when Riles proposed.”
She stroked her belly tenderly. Tia frowned, she was about
to say that she was disappointed, but realised that the
cords of her relationship with Cheryl were already frayed,
she didn’t want to do any further damage.
Riles and Cheryl were moved in after two months of hard
work. The house was modern and seemed to suit the couple
well, there was a room dedicated to Zak and the ‘bump’ as it
soon became known. Zak’s bedroom was light blue in colour
and Riles had bought some car stickers and dotted them
around Zak’s wall. Overall the house was very warm and
Almost everyone knew that Cheryl was pregnant again. Riles
became more and more agitated with other men around Cheryl,
when a man fox-whistled at Cheryl, Riles threatened to punch
him, but he didn’t. Tia could see that Riles was paranoid
and one day when she was round his house, in the kitchen she
decided to chat to him. “Are you ok Riles?” she asked. Riles
looked at Tia, he slammed down his coffee on the table.
“NO!” he barked. “No.” he said again softer this time,
before dissolving into tears. “Oh, Tia, I, I’m just so
worried ‘bout Cheryl.” He cried, trying to choke back the
tears. Tia felt for him.
“It’s ok, I understand, you have so much responsibility now,
her being pregnant and all.” Riles nodded, but his crying
seemed to become louder. “And, Tia, I’ve treated you so
wrong. I, I make a hopeless brother, Tia, when you’ve needed
me, I’ve never been there. I know how much I must of hurt
you, and how insignificant I’ve made you feel. Sometimes, I
tried to push you out of my life, Tia. And that was wrong, I
know it was. Tia, I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” He sobbed,
holding Tia’s hands. Tia hugged Riles; “I do.” Then, she
drew her bible from out of her pocket. She placed it in his
hands. “Have faith.” She whispered, and then left the room
to go home.
The next day when Tia woke up there was a note on her bed,
it read as follows-
I decided to pop round to give this to you. Thank you for
what you said to me yesterday. Thanks for your Bible as
well, I understand that you wanted me to read it, well, I
did but I am afraid I don’t understand it. And about faith
well you have more of that than I do; you have kept
persisting with me. Your faith has no limit. I put your
Bible on your dressing table. I hope that I will see you
Tia smiled, folded the letter and put it under her pillow.
She saw her Bible lying on the dressing table. She was glad
that Riles had appreciated what she had said. Even if he
hadn’t read it, at least he had picked it up, and wrote Tia
a note, he would of never have done that before. Tia smiled,
as she thought of all that had happened within the last
year, how her life had changed so much. She turned to look
in her notebook. She saw the word UNIVERSITY, at the top of
the page. Tia sighed, that was still another headache for
her. She wanted to go to university, but wasn’t sure if she
could. She flopped her head back on her pillow and sighed.
She prayed that God would provide her. Tia yawned, she
remembered just how awesome God was and is. She knew that
with him anything would be possible, and that he would give
her an education if she asked the door would be opened. Tia
smiled, she remembered a verse she had been reading from her
bible, Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will
find; knock and the door will be opened to you. Matthew 7
Tia crossed of another day from her calendar. Three more
days! She thought to herself, three more days until she was
eighteen! Tia had asked her mum for a puppy, another
Staffie, to be there for Tia when Honey wasn’t. Her Mum had
previously told Tia that a dog was expensive and hard work,
but Tia still had hope. She had another thing she
desperately wanted as well, an education. Something her
parents could in no way, shape or form afford. Tia sighed as
she stared out at the gloomy blue sky, watching the trees
sway in the wind, and the old lady walking her dog. Please
Jesus. If anything, please let me go to university. Honey
tottered over to Tia, rubbing at her knee, looking up with
the chocolate brown eyes Tia had always loved; waiting
patiently for her mistress to give her a stroke. Tia smiled,
“I wonder what its like to be a dog.” She thought aloud.
“Dogs have the easy life, they only have to follow. Follow
there master, us humans, we have to do both. A leader and a
follower.” Tia petted Honey some more, and slowly dozed off
It was Saturday. The day Tia had been waiting for, she got
out of bed and ran down stairs. Mum, Dad, Riles, Cheryl, Nan
and Zak were down stairs waiting for Tia, all in their
pyjamas, smiling and yawning at the same time. Nan had a
cake with 18 printed on it and Zak had a party hat on. They
were all standing in front of something, Tia couldn’t make
out what it was, a box of some sort. She grinned, they had a
special surprise for her, she knew it. “Happy Birthday Tia!”
they all chorused together; and then they parted to reveal
the box, and out of the box came the little body of a-
puppy! Tia did not know what to say, so she hugged them all.
Delight filled her body, like hot chocolate filling a mug.
“Thank you.” She whispered. She picked up the puppy; it was
a soft brown colour, with dark chocolate brown eyes. It was
so small. It was a Staffordshire Bull Terrier. The puppy
nuzzled Tia affectionately. Tia smiled, fondling the little
body, it was so gorgeous, Tia loved this little being
straight away. A little creature to love, one, she thought,
was God’s best creations.
The puppy was a he. Beau, was it’s name. Tia loved Beau
whole heartedly, all the equipment she needed for him was
provided for her in presents. Tia was grateful to everyone,
she had what she’d really wanted, the anxiousness over the
university fees was gone momentarily, and only love and
gratitude filled Tia’s heart. Tia called up Molly, eager to
share her news. “Guess what?” Tia asked.
“Wait a second, happy birthday you. What did you get?”
“That’s what I was going to tell you, I got a puppy!”
“Awww, what’s its name?” Molly replied, happy for Tia.
“Beau, he’s a staff, just like Honey, only cuter!”
“Beau, lovely, Rolo should meet him sometime, they could be
“Yep, I agree.”
“Anyway have a good birthday.”
“Bye.” Tia put down the receiver, Beau pranced around trying
to nibble Tia’s fingers, “Oi you!” she laughed.
That night Beau slept in his basket beside Tia’s bed. Tia
stroked Beau before turning off the light and snuggling down
into her own covers. She thanked God for giving her Beau,
and thanked Him for changing Mum into a better person. She
prayed for dad, Riles and Cheryl. She prayed that one day
they would find Jesus as their Lord and saviour. She
continued to thank God for all he had blessed her with, but
there was still one issue nagging at her, like a splinter in
her thumb, you tried to ignore it, but it was still there.
Was God going to provide Tia with a university; she knew
that maybe He had other plans for her, greater plans. Maybe
there were other doors that needed to be opened in Tia’s
life. Maybe God had a completely different plan for Tia;
maybe she wasn’t listening to him. God, please show me the
plan for my life if it is your will Tia thought before
drifting off into a light sleep.
Tia woke up to Zak screaming, he had a bad cold, and Cheryl
had been up all night tending to him, and dosing him up with
baby calpol. Tia yawned, stretched, and then picked up Beau
from his basket, she petted him and Honey before heading
upstairs to get changed. Suddenly the phone rang, Tia
sighed, mum was outside helping Riles start the lawnmower;
Cheryl was with Zak and Dad had gone to work, so Tia had to
answer it. “Hello, this is Tia speaking.” Tia mumbled into
“Hello there, is Tilly Farnham around please.” Tia walked
into the garden, “Mum, there’s someone on the phone for
you.” Mum followed Tia inside. She picked up the receiver
and Tia watched her as she spoke into the phone. Her face
went seem to deflate as she listened, how brows furrowed,
her lip quivered. “Right, thank you. Yes I will be there,
yes, yes I will.” Mum put down the phone softly. “Riles!”
she called, “sit down, and you Tia.” Mum paused. “I just had
a call from Grandma, your Great-Granddad just passed away.”
Riles nodded slowly, Tia didn’t know how to react, she
hardly knew GG, as Great-Granddad was nicknamed. Mum gave a
watery smile, “anyway, you probably don’t know him to well,
all the same, it will be sad for Grandma, loosing her
father, there is a funeral to be held next Tuesday, and a
session after that to sort out the will GG had written, I
said we will attend both.” Tia nodded and then left the
room, she felt sorry for mum and Grandma, but she couldn’t
cry, she had only ever meant GG once, and that was a long
time ago. But she felt sympathy for mum, she’d known the
pain of nearly losing a parent; and she knew how close Mum
had been to GG. Tia sighed, she combed her hair and brushed
her teeth, before getting ready to go to school.
School was not brilliant, or maybe it was just that Tia
wasn’t concentrating. At the end of school, Tia’s teacher
reminded them all about universities, some of the students
said they had already applied places in different
universities, and others said they had secured a place in
the university the wanted to go to. Tia kept quiet, she had
done neither, she didn’t even know what university she
wanted to go to.
Tia got home promptly that day, she unlocked the door and
breathed in the nice smoke-free air of her house. The whole
atmosphere was different, she liked it. Mum had gone
shopping for a dress to wear to the funeral, so Tia was on
her own for a while. It was just like mum, always wanted a
new dress for different occasions, Tia just used one she
already had. She searched her wardrobe for a black dress,
she scavenged around for a bit and then found a nice, black
cotton dress, it would do, even though it was a tad to tight
around the waist. Some neat black ballet pumps completed the
Mum came back at five with a lovely black dress, it had
black lace around the bodice and black sequins scattered
over the skirt, she’d also brought some black jewellery. Tia
smiled and applauded mum as she gave a twirl in her new
Tuesday. The day of the funeral. The family got into the
car, Cheryl was staying at home with Zak. Tia stared out the
window dreamily. “How old was GG?” she asked to no one in
particular. “He was 98.” Mum replied. Dad reared up at the
church where the service was to be held. Everyone was very
quiet and solemn. Tia understood the mournful faces, but in
her heart she was happy, GG was going to a better place now.
She felt awkward, she only knew Grandma and her own family
out of all the people who had attended the funeral. Tia
watched as her Grandma greeted them, she tried to keep a
brave face but her eyes were filled with tears. She was
probably remembering all the good times her and her father
had had together. Tia held Grandma’s hand in her own and
smiled at her, Grandma smiled back.
The funeral was over, Tia was lounging on the sofa, stroking
Beau, and Zak was crouched under the coffee table colouring
a dot to dot picture and muttering to himself, Tia bent down
to his level and tickled him, he laughed and chuckled
happily. Tia smiled at him, Cheryl was now seven months
pregnant with their second child, she wondered how she was.
Tia twirled her hair round her index finger, she wanted
children one day. To hear the little pitter patter of feet,
and know the child who’s feet they belonged to, were her
own. Zak interrupted her daydream by throwing a pencil at
her. “Oi you!” Tia laughed, she lay down and laughed. Beau
sat next to her and licked her all over. “I love you.” She
whispered, “I love you all.”
Tia was round at Grandma’s house, that was where the will
was read out to the relatives. There weren’t lots of people
there, Grandma’s sister was there, and mums brother with his
wife and children. That was about it. GG had been very
wealthy, and the relatives crowded round Grandma as she read
the will. “Dear all, as you are reading this, you are
probably sad and unhappy at my passing away. I love you all
dearly, now at least I am joining my wife…” After this many
different names were called out and then any money and
possessions GG was leaving them, “…to Tillie and her family
I leave £12000 along with the books from my upstairs
bookcase my penknife and my log book. Thank you Tillie for
loving me and caring for me…” Tia stared round at her mum
gaping. £12000 was enough to get her into university, and
there would still be loads left over.
Tia was at home now, debating with her family what to do
with the money. “Dad, Mum, please can I just use £9000 of
it, that would get me into university and…”
“No Tia, that’s not fair, me and Cheryl could buy so much
with that. You can go to university another time. We’ve got
a baby coming in a few months.” Tia huffed, mum went out the
room and a few minutes later came back in with some paper,
scissors and a pen. “Right , let me write down all the
things GG left us. Penknife. Books from bookcase. Log book.
£1200. “ She wrote down each of these on a part of the
paper, cut them out and folded them. She held them in her
hand. “Now, you all take a piece of paper, and what is on
there is what you get. We could all use the money, I agree,
but we don’t all need it. Dads getting an increase in his
salary which will help us all out.” Each member of the
family took a folded piece of paper, hoping hard it had
numbers written on it,. Tia unfolded hers. The ominous
numbers stood out before her: £1200. She smiled as she
watched the others unfold their pieces of paper. “A
penknife!” Riles exclaimed. “Why do I want a penknife?!” Mum
assured Riles that they were very useful. Dad unfolded his,
“Logbook, well, it certainly will be interesting.” Mum then
unfolded hers, all eyes were on her. Was it mum or Tia who
had the money? “Right, I’ll be doing a lot of reading.” Mum
hinted. Riles gasped and stared at Tia. “You have the
money!” Tia nodded, excited.
Tia was up in her bed, on the internet. She had applied for
a university now, one she felt God had called her to. Now
searching for different charities to donate the spare money
she had too. “Hmm…” she muttered to herself, searching the
web intently. Finally she came across an interesting page.
Tear fund. She looked into it, she read what was happening,
her heart was full of compassion for the poor people out
there, she clicked the donate button. As Tia continued to
search, she found more and more sites, and donated to them
all, her heart was so full of love to the people out there
who suffered more than she could comprehend, she wanted them
to feel loved.
Finally, she came to her last thousand pounds. She decided
to save that, and split it in half, half for her at
university and half for Riles and Cheryl, mum and dad didn’t
really need any as dad was getting a raise. Tia smiled, she
was pleased, happy and fulfilled. No longer was there
anything bothering her.
It had been a week since Tia had received the money, she had
now secured a place in university, and was excited about
what she was going to do there. It was another chapter of
her life waiting to be written. Molly and Tia were walking
their dogs, Molly was dressed in a light blue sweater and
jeans, Tia was wearing black corduroys and a green hoodie.
“Tia, do you believe me now, do you believe me that God wont
give up on you?” Tia didn’t even have to consider. “Yes, I
believe you now.” Molly smiled.
“And do you believe me that he always provides.” Tia laughed
and gave Molly a playful poke, “Are you testing me now? Yes
I believe that too. I believe everything you’ve told me.”
Molly laughed and nodded. “Good.” She smiled at Tia, then
said, “you’re amazing Tia, your personality and look on
life, its amazing, your amazing. And Gods amazing for making
you just the way you are. I can guarantee that there is no
one out there, in this world, who is like you. You are so
unique, and that’s one reason why I like you so much.” Molly
hugged Tia tight, Tia loved Molly. She was the definition of
a best friend. “Thanks Molly. Your fantastic too. Heaven
“Or maybe God just wanted us to be friends. That’s why he
made each of us maybe, so we could benefit from each other’s
company.” Tia agreed, and the girls walked home, closer to
each other and God than they had been before.
It was a breezy, sunny April afternoon. Tia was dozing in a
deckchair, Beau and Honey were sitting either side of her,
as if they were her body guards. Tia laughed in amusement.
She was texting Molly, would you like to cum rnd my house? x
Tia smiled, of course.
Soon Tia was on the path to Molly’s house, she had decided
to take Beau along as well; she smiled as the cool April
wind blew around her, the blossoms of trees were scattered
around the place, making the roads and paths look colourful
and delicate. Tia smiled as she saw some squirrels
scampering up an oak tree, it looked as though they were
fighting over a nut. Eventually, Tia came to Molly’s house.
She knocked on the door and Molly answered it. “Come in.”
she said, but she did not say as enthusiastically as she
usually did, in fact, she looked a little downcast. Molly
smiled as she watched Beau and Rolo play in the garden. She
stared across at Tia, her eyes seemed sad and yet something
happy seemed to be in her gaze as well. “Tia.” She said.
“I have something to tell you.”
“What?” Tia’s eyes searched for an explanation in Molly’s
“Well, you know that my Mum and Dad are missionaries, well,
well… ”Tia nodded, she saw a tear trickle down her Molly’s
cheek. “I’m leaving. To Australia. In two weeks time.” Molly
wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand.
Rolo padded up to Molly affectionately and nuzzled her
comfortingly, Tia did not know what to say. She only managed
to gulp- “Oh Molly,” Molly embraced her friend. Tia was
confused. Wasn’t it only a few weeks ago they had been like
best friends, really close for the first time? God, why take
her away from me now, I still need her. Tia thought. You
must listen, you must believe, you must trust my almighty
plans. Tia felt the voice surge through her. But why?
“All I know is that I am leaving for definite, mum and dad
have been talking about it for ages, then yesterday they
told me, everything’s been arranged, the flight and we have
a house over there too.” Tia nodded and began to cry. “I’ll
miss you.” She said as she hugged Molly tight.
“It’s not easy,” said Molly as she stroked Rolo, “I’ll be
leaving my friends and my family. Everyone. Apart from God.”
Tia thought for a second, “God is always faithful, he never
lets go of us.” Molly nodded, pulling pack her hair. Then
she pulled out a bible from her pocket, turning to Psalm 57
verse 6: ‘God is supreme over the skies. His greatness
covers the earth.’ “There,” Molly said, “God is with us all
His greatness covers the whole earth. We still both have
God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit. We will never be alone.
Never.” Tia nodded.
“And Jesus is the best friend of all.”