The little boy’s idea of heaven didn’t smell. There were no pricks and pains. It was somewhere he could feel the sun all day, run and play, and climb high on the slides. But heaven didn’t have Momma and Big Brother, or Nana and Pop-Pop, or cuddles with Tanzy and licks from Max. They couldn’t come to heaven, not for a long time. And that made him sad, more than the needles and ouches. Maybe one day, he could play in the sun all day without going to heaven. Momma said so.
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First Line Generator: "The little boys' idea of heaven..."
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