The little girl was sure she didn't know where her house was. Because she was a foster child. Because the angel swept her up was because Jesus blew the horn for her to come to heaven.
She loved it up there. The streets were made of gold. And there was no crying, sickness, desperation or pain. She went to see Jesus one day and when she saw Jesus she also saw God. It was the best and last day of her life on earth. THE END by Rebbekkah Ann