“Why?” Tobia asked.
“Because I want to leave. I want to live on my own,” he finished, with a defiant raise of his chin.
“Have you considered the consequences, son?”
Xander glared at his father. “I’m leaving in the morning.”
Category: compassion
A Mother’s Perspective
Mary watched in anguish, but not near the anguish her Son must have felt as He, with arms outstretched, hung on a cross.
It is Time!
The man watched them day after day, pacing back and forth in the dirt. He felt deep compassion for them. “It is time,” he said.