Glad you enjoyed my story, Diva. It's been awhile since anyone's revived it here. Here's a little snippet...
"At some point, perhaps around eight years old, I came to understand that this meant he wouldn’t be with us in the new system. I recall crying to Mom, asking why he would leave us. Mom was understanding, but tried to help me understand.
“He’s been given a great privilege. He’s going to be a King in Heaven.”
While this certainly sounded intriguing, I still didn’t know why, as a King, he wouldn’t be able to at least visit us once in awhile. Couldn’t he do that?
“Well, we don’t really know. Maybe he’ll be able to. But don’t worry about it, honey. By the time this happens you’ll be an old man, and you’ll understand better. You’ll be proud of him.”"
If it looks interesting, you can read the whole story here: "That Voice...My Story"