Sweet, Sweet Heaven

 By Olivia S. 

Andi Carter watched the rain coming down on the buggy window. “Why did God let it rain today? He knew the church picnic was today! Why did He have to ruin it?”

“Andrea!” Mother scolded, “God knows best for every                

day, and He knew it would be best for the picnic to wait until a different Sunday!”

“You should explore the attic,” Chad said. “There are a lot of treasures up there!” he winked at Andi. 

When they arrived home, Andi went straight to the attic. Chad said there were treasures up there! And there were! Beautiful books, dolls, and toys weren’t the only things. There was a lovely vase with purple, pressed flowers in it and a straw hat that she tried on!

Andi saw a picture by the window of a woman she didn’t recognize. I wonder who she is, Andi thought. Then she went to a wooden trunk to see what was inside. She lifted a blanket to reach the knob. Then, something blue and white tucked behind the trunk caught her eye. She pulled it out to discover that it was a went with a name hand written on the side. The name was “Andrea Wilson”. 

Andi was rather surprised. “My name is Andrea! But my last name isn’t Wilson. No one in my family has ever mentioned this name!” She thought some more. Then she had an idea. This time it was a terrible idea. “I’m adopted,” she whispered. Then she heard Mother calling, “Andrea! Come down for lunch!”  Andi stood up and went down stairs, wondering why she hadn’t been told about her adoption.

Andi acted down in the dumps for the rest of the day. Melinda was worried and asked what was wrong. “Promise you won’t tell?”

“Unless I have too,” Melinda said.

“Alright,” Andi said. “I’m adopted.”

Melinda looked puzzled. “No you’re not.”

“I can prove it! “Andi took Melinda to the attic and showed her the cradle.

“That’s not your’s!” Melinda said. “It was Mother’s grandma’s cradle! You’re named after her!”

“Oh!” Andi cried, relieved.

“See that picture over by the window? That’s her.”

Andi hurried to the picture. Then Melinda said sadly, “Please don’t mention to Mother about the cradle or the picture. When Great Grandma passed away, she almost didn’t get over it. But she took comfort in the thought that she will get to see her again in Heaven. You’ll get to meet her too, Andi!”

The two girls went down stairs. Andi thanked God for Heaven, sweet, sweet Heaven.               

The End.