Chapter 19

Chapter 19

There’s something truly magical about this world. Everything is blanketed in white, and I felt as if I were trapped among the clouds, touched only by a hint of blue, yet it remained peaceful. I entered through a grand brown oak door, where a man in a flowing white gown stood, his back turned toward me.

“Hello?” I called out, but the man did not acknowledge my presence. I called again, and he finally turned around—that's when I realized who he was.

“Papa?” I whispered.

“Joe Joe?” he replied.

“Papa,” I said more cheerfully as I ran toward him. I leaped into my Papa's arms, and he hugged me tightly.

“I miss you so much, Papa,” I told him. He placed me back on my feet and looked at me warmly.

“I miss you too, baby girl, but why are you here?” he asked, concern in his eyes.

“Ah, I got shot—am I dead?” I questioned my dad, a mix of confusion and fear in my voice.

“No, pumpkin, it’s not your time yet; if it were, you wouldn’t still be wearing your normal clot