Search for Heaven

By admin on December 21st, 2006

[Author’s Note: This was inspired by a friend and dedicated to WYF who said “I want to search for my heaven.”]

I have been searching for my heaven. I’m not sure if I’d find it but I hope I do. I imagine my heaven to be quiet with flowers and beaches that have clear water. The fine white sand and sandcastles being built.

Families bonding at the beach playing games like beach volleyball or Frisbee. Dogs that bark warnings in the games, chasing the flying discs. Bunnies that are fed by hand and hopping freely all over the green grasses.

Buildings are clean and repaired frequently. The cleaners are proud of their cleaning skills and are well paid accordingly. The parks and gardens are well-kept with the flowers flourishing.

“Karlyn! What are you doing?” a voice breaks into my thoughts. Darn! Mom’s in a lousy mood today. “Karlyn Yang! You better come here now!” sighing, I drag myself from the comfortable bed to the living room. She looks red.

Here we go. I don’t understand why Mom makes a major ruckus whenever Poopy makes a poop pile in the living room. I can’t be always be around to check on him. She didn’t want me to train Poopy and look what happened. He started to make the living room his bathroom. Who can he blame? Me or Mom? Obviously all the fingers point to me. I was the one who insisted on bringing a stray mongrel home and look at what had happened.

Sigh. Life is unfair. I always get blamed. I wonder what I’m being blamed for this time.

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