The bubbles, or cells, in Annie’s life continued to multiply with her enthusiasm for justice, peace, and life until one day a cell passed away.
Annie felt a sense of peace and tranquility at the memorial service as she noticed a sparrow at the sanctuary window. Yes, he was a good friend, she thought. And then she felt her broken finger tingle and watched as it straightened.
The next morning, while showering, she noticed her hair was thicker, like her deceased friend’s hair. And as she peered in the mirror, she saw her thin lips become more full.
Looking out the bathroom window, she saw a tribe of sparrows voicing their happy chatter in the apple tree. She prepared a coffee and took it to the little bench under the tree of hosts.
“Ah, goodness, ” she breathed.