Why it never ends

Chapter 1084 Heavenly Father

The next morning, Helieta worked in the fields as usual. After a long struggle, her mother no longer forced her to go to school. She no longer had to face the disgusting things in school.

Her mother assigned her new tasks. On the one hand, she had to work in the fields, and on the other hand, she had to learn to pray. Every morning, when she picked the fruits and vegetables for the day from the fields, she would go to the prayer room behind the house to pray.

"Helieta!" A familiar voice came from the other side of the fence again. Helieta turned around and saw Hesta passing by her house.

"Good morning!" Hesta looked at her with a smile, "Are you helping your mother with work again?"

Helieta immediately picked up her small bamboo basket and ran back home. Because she was in a hurry, she closed the door with a loud bang.

However, Helieta did not immediately put the bamboo basket back to the edge of the pool. She ran to the window cautiously and watched the red-haired sister pass by her door through the gap in the curtains.

Although her mother had warned her not to talk to the red-haired stranger, Helieta was still curious about him.

These days, Hesta always passed by her door, sometimes in the morning, sometimes in the evening, but no matter when, every time she saw her, this big sister would immediately smile and call her name in a very happy tone -

"How was your day, Helieta?"

"I see you, Helieta!"

"What are you doing, Helieta!"

"Helieta!"

Each time, Hesta's voice was full of energy.

Helieta secretly observed many times and found that this red-haired sister was not a person who liked to call others by their names when speaking - for example, when Helieta talked to Kiki and Eleven who lived in her house, she never put their names at the end of every sentence.

Helieta herself couldn't explain her attitude towards Hesta, but she really liked being called by her full name, especially, she had a vague feeling that when Hesta called out this name, there was always an inexplicable surprise and joy in this sister's voice.

This made Helieta feel a mixed joy. It was mixed because it took Helieta a long time to be sure that this was indeed a joy, not a sadness.

In the plantation, almost no one called her by her full name, and she was used to everyone calling her Caoya. The word "Helieta" was more like a silent word, only used when filling in materials.

So when she first realized that Hesta was persistently calling her by her name, she burst into tears, tears that frightened her, and she could not stop herself, so she had to hide somewhere so that no one would see her.

At this moment, she stood behind the curtain, watching Hesta's figure disappear in the distance, and the word "Heliaeta" was still echoing in her mind.

"Grass sprouts!" Mom's voice came from the backyard, "Are you in the house?"

"Yes," Helieta replied immediately. "Put your things away and go to pray immediately! Don't delay!"

Helieta stood up to put her things away and walked to her mother's prayer room.

It was called a prayer room, but it was actually a recessed corner that my mother had cleared out. It was a very narrow place, with a gauze curtain covering the entrance, separating it from their living area. The interior of the prayer room was always dim.

Helieta likes to pray, partly because she likes to sit alone in a dark place and let herself think. In the past, when she did this, her mother would hit her with a broom and say she was not doing her job properly, but if she sat in the prayer room to do this, her mother would praise her for "growing up".

Another thing was the attraction of prayer itself. Her mother told her that when they closed their eyes and prayed, they were facing the same Heavenly Father.

Helieta lost her father when she was very young. When her mother would beat and scold her whenever they disagreed with her, she could only fantasize that a father far away would come and save her one day.

The so-called Heavenly Father...is also a "father", right?

She read the Bible with the most pious heart, but what she saw frightened her. She was first puzzled by what happened to God’s eldest son “Adam” - why would the Heavenly Father show his children some beautiful things but forbid them to approach them?

Helieta put herself in Adam's shoes and found the matter even more puzzling. If someone put a bottle of sweet syrup in front of her and warned her not to taste it, she would just think that the other person was playing a trick on her.

Then there is Jesus. It is reasonable that God would choose to have another child after being disappointed with Adam, the rebellious son. However, as God's second child, Jesus' fate is also quite tragic, because he was born destined to be sent to the cross by his father... This second child of God used his blood to redeem the original sin of the world, but no one seems to question that this original sin was clearly caused by the Father himself.

Helieta tried to seek answers from the priest, but before she could even finish her questions, she was scolded. She was so scared that she didn't dare to ask any more questions.

However, Helieta still has a deep attachment to "God". She believes that there must be some convincing reasons behind these stories. Maybe when she grows up, she will understand them.

"Lord, I praise you." She clasped her fingers together and leaned her head against her knees. "Because you chose me. It was you who found me in this vast sea of ​​people. Lord, I praise you because you love me. Your love fills the entire universe and the entire mountains and rivers..."

Helieta recited her prayers as before, but as she was reciting, Hesta's face suddenly appeared in her mind - what was she doing now?

Helieta recalled what she had seen at the farmhouse.

The sister looked to be in her twenties and lived alone with her two children. Although Helieta had never asked what was going on, there was no need to ask about such things... Anyone with a discerning eye would know what had happened.

Helieta thought of her aunt, who got pregnant at the age of thirteen, gave birth to twins at the age of fourteen, and raised them all by herself. Later, when she was in her twenties, she went to the Third District and never came back.

My mother said that my aunt had no conscience and had completely forgotten her family and friends since she had lived a good life alone in District 3.

Helieta never agreed, although she also longed to see her aunt again.