“Don’t worry. You’re a late bloomer—everything will work out in the end.”
My simple words seemed to lift her spirits, and she was deeply grateful.
“Where are you, brothers? Where are you now? Please come back to our Father!"
“Turning my back, defending my weakness, I was wrong, yet I felt I had no choice. Oh, my sinful nature, my poor soul!”
"It must have been hard for you. Thank you for your efforts."
“Indeed, how blessed we all are! Nothing brings us more joy!"