“The sky, Mommy, look at the sky!”
Jenny looked up as her 4-year-old son, Danny yelled even though she was right there, holding his hand.
The were yellow lights, like that of a road, seemingly emprinted in the sky.
“Why is it like that, Mommy? What does it mean?”
Jenny smiled when Danny said his favorite word, “what.”
“It’s the road to heaven, Danny.”
“I wanna go up there, Mommy!”
“It can wait, Danny. It will wait, forever if it has to.”
Danny stared up, looking at the “waiting lights.”
“Come on, Danny. We’ll be late for the dentist.”
And they did go.
And the lights did wait.