EPILOGUE

Sometime later.

Jim and Rena were on a mountain top, enjoying the view of the magnificent forest. Her belly was slightly swollen.

A couple of birds flew by.

“How do they find food?” Rena curiously asked.

“God provides for them,” Jim said.

“Yeah, but he doesn’t drop food in their nests, would he?” Rena retorted.

“We work like buffaloes, and then buy food, cook it, and then put it in our mouths, chew it, and then our stomach has to digest it,” Jim said. “Just like us, birds also fly about to find grains, bugs, spiders, and… they can see from afar unlike us. They can see a tiny spider that’s dancing on its web under a tree shade from hundreds of meters away. So, yeah, God equipped them with enough skills so they can feed themselves even though they don’t live under a roof like us.”

Just then, a brown Bentley arrived at the scene.

John stepped out first and then opened the door for her. She got up and said, “Why don’t you also carry me over there because I can’t walk, you know.”

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