It turned out he wasn’t lying to me. He was a kidder but he felt bad because a few minutes later I was crying. Why did I throw the pieces everywhere when I got upset? Perhaps my mom had swept it up but she said no. Crap crap and crap! My hard work and it was missing a damn piece! I couldn’t put it up now! How could I? My relatives would notice and they would make fun of me. I didn’t want that.
Maybe I could take a marker and color it in. Perhaps no one would notice. I would and that would make me a fake. I had to search for that missing piece. I looked under the sofa and no luck. Cabinet nope too. I think it went into the black hole. Or another dimension? The void? No, the devil took it!!! Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Where the efffin f was it? Stolen? Lost? Broken somewhere? Right before me but invisible to my eyes and others too. I was frustrated once again and summer was almost over.
Entering my fall years I came to the realization that I had that piece all along. It was me. I was the missing piece that was needed to complete this complex puzzle that I call my life. God had given me this gift and I finally understood its value. It is a precious gift. It is fun, difficult, frustrating but it is mine and I need to take care of it. I need his guidance so I surrender myself to his daily blessings and I receive happiness. The Universe loves me back for I love it like the very skin that covers me. Trust. Forgive. Love. Grow and glow for you are in the know.
Hugs from Brooklyn