Chico Xavier Page #4

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''My children,

let no one mock creation.

A grain of

sand is almost nothing,

yet it is like a tiny star

reflecting God's sun.

That grain which is negligible

when stepped upon,

gains an unimaginable

dimension...

when with other grains...

it becomes an instrument...

of the passage of time ...''

Jucelio...?

Don't know nobody

by that name.

I don't know him.

Yes, ma'am.

Right Mrs. Eullia,

I'll tell my pa.

Yo'say it an'I'll repeat

so I don'get it wrong?

It seems like the pain is in his back,

but the pain is really in his lung.

Right...

Right, Mrs. Eulalia.

Chico!

S'matter?.

Somethin' bad happenin'?

I heard you talkin'.

No... nuthin's happenin'.

Who yo'talkin'to?

Where's this person

I can't see?

Oh my goodness!

Chi...

Chico forget this stuff.

Come lay down. Go to sleep.

You got school

real early tomorrow.

You don'believe me neither,

right?

This stuff in yer'head

come from this badly writ rubbish.

But, ain't he sick?

Let's make a deal.

Talk only to me.

Yer'Pa ain't got no understandin'.

An'do yo'

really unnerstan'me?

Look here, when a boy's cries

either its 'cause of school,

or 'cause of work.

With you it's diffren,

ain't it Chico?

Must be 'cause

of these things you see,

an' hear, ain't it?

l miss my ma so, so, much!

She promised

she'd come back...

but up to now she ain't...

-But yer'Ma, she's...

-She promised in the hospital too...

And she came back.

Now she's gone...

an'up to now...

In the hospital...

What did yerma say

in the hospital?

We was like we are now.

Me here sittin'

and she lyin'there...

She was sorta yeller

'cause of being sick.

My pa said

she wanted me

to go to my godmother Rita's...

Can I talk like,

kinda pretend you're my ma?

Yes, Yes.

I like you

almos'as much as I like her.

So tell me,

tell me everythin'...

You givin'yer'children

to others,

its ' cause yo'don't wan'us

no more, ain't it?

I'd never do

somethin'like that.

It's yer'pa

who can't support y'all.

Yeah...

An'then she said this:

''If anybody say's I died,

they're lyin'.

Don'believe them.

I'mjust gonna be still,

sleepin'.

An'I'm comin'back,

back to to yo'.''

She said that, did she?

She did.

An'she came back!

An'yo'believin' me?

I am...

I believe in you son.

I have faith...

Someday, somebody's gonna explain

what happens to you.

Our disembodied

friends tell us,

that the tears we shed

for those dear to us...

do them a lot of good.

when they reflect our

longing tempered with hope.

The tears light the paths...

of those who are remembered

with great affection.

But when the tears

reflect our anger...

at God's designs,

things that we cannot

immediately understand...

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