just writing...

Long time ago, when I was a little girl, my great grandmother pointed her hand on the sky and said: “Look, this is a sign of God”. There was a little cloud that looked like a decoration I used to see on Easter eggs, it was right above us on a bright blue sky, just one cloud on the clear blue sky. My great grandmother stepped on her knees, closed her eyes and I think prayed.  I did the same, thinking about a new toy. I wanted a toy that looked like a  version ob Barbie's baby. It was only the toy for girl you can buy in our city. I thought about it all the time, and the next day I got it. I was not taught to be religious, no one read be Bible, talked much about it, I learned it, walked to it by myself, like something was pushing me to God.