Rosalita's Musings!

  I sat there, unable to move or breathe properly. My heart pounded against my ribcage as I tried to comprehend what I had just seen. Was that some monster staring at me in broadlight? Deep down, I was crying my heart out,as a lump formed in my throat. I couldn’t let out the screams and cries of agony. I immediately thought of my mum but then shifted to my focus on Jesus as she had always taught me, ‘Our  help comes from the Lord. ’   There I was again like a little girl, helpless, wishing on a miracle from someone I didn’t exactly know but knew Him better after attending my Catholic Church schooling. I had to cry to a saint to pray for me to the Angels who’ll then ask Angel Michael to fight my battles after receiving God’s grace. This gave me a little bit of courage to rise up on my feet slowly to have a final glimpse of the beast before knowing my fate.   The wall became my support as my knees were quite feeble. I slowly pushed the curtain aside and I saw her. Ther...