Thinking deeply about it, Paula had nothing to hate toward Heaven or her father. Those two had been nothing but kind to her. They welcomed Paula when Paula's parents didn't want her and treated her with love and care.
They were Paula's family.
Therefore, knowing what she had done and that this feeling of inferiority overtook her tonight brought unimaginable guilt into her heart. She didn't want to do it. She didn't want to hate Heaven, but… Paula felt helpless.
If they really love her, then they would understand why she did what she did, right?
Paula sat beside the man she called father for years, holding his slightly wrinkly and chubby hands tenderly. Tears continuously flowed from her eyes, flooding her face until her sniffles synched along with the mechanical heart rate monitor.
'You will not hate me for it, right?' she asked in her heart, squeezing the man's hand mildly. 'Dad, please tell me it's okay. I feel like I'm about to go crazy.'
