Member-only story
CONFESSIONS OF A PASTOR (3)
I will never forget the look on my sister’s face as I stepped to from the Mercedes Benz and walked through the gate into our small house.
“Who is that?” she asked as Christopher zoomed off.
“I met him at the market,” I informed her with a smile on my face. We were piss poor. Who did we know that had a car? Not even talking about getting a ride in an expensive one.
“And?” she asked, wanting to hear more.
“He paid for the bread,” I told her. She took the paper bag in my hand and stared into it, the contents made her happy.
“It is so nice of him,” she said, and walked back into the house with the bag.
"Yes I know" I said as I walked with the knowledge of two hundred bucks in my pocket.
"At least there will be something to eat," she said and smiled.
I could not sleep that night. I kept thinking about what Chris could have in mind for me. In the car, he asked about my family…
