She woke up in peace. There was no pain.
“I have a two-year-old who needs my care. Why did you summon me so early?”, she asked.
“Your absence will make him stand on his own feet.”, replied God.
“I think I need to visit an eye specialist.”, said the retired postmaster.
“Will see to it next month. I am flying tonight. Also, too many expenses, this time around.” said the Pilot son, who was rushed to an ophthalmologist the first time he had problems copying from the blackboard.
The postmaster wiped his spectacles and tried reading the hazy pages of his medical report.