So there I was, waiting for Mom to put up my post for Monday but she wasn’t around. “Chey,” I said, “Do you think that it is okay of Mom to be so late before putting up my post? I mean isn’t she supposed to serve me?”
“So long as she serves me first,” Chey said.
“Yeah, but she’s not around at all!” I said.
Chey nodded.
“So isn’t that like wrong.”
“Indeed it is,” Chey replied.
“So what do we do about it?”
“We have to forgive her.”
I nodded and then asked, “Why?”
“Because. If we don’t, we won’t get fed.”
Well now that had my attention. “What do you mean we wouldn’t get fed?”
“While she is there to worship us, if she fails we can’t just kick her out or we don’t get fed. So we must forgive her. That is our burden to bear,” Chey said.
“Wow. That is like one BIG BURDEN,” I said.
“And so it is,” Chey replied