Short chapter, I know. But it felt like a good place to end it. The next chapter will be up soon. Oh, and I don't own anything 'cept for Maria and her family. This story is intended to be a sort of sequel for AmberPalette's "Sight Through Spirit". This story, like "Learning to Forgive" owes its life to her. Yes I asked her permission, yes she agreed. So don't get on my back about copyrights and plagiarism and all that jazz. Maria is about six years old…hence the way the story is written. You don't like it, then don't read! I don't want hate mail, I want decent reviews. Thank you.

My name is Maria. I have red hair and brown eyes and Mama says I'm her pride and joy. I love singing. I like to sing to the workers here in New Sairaag, to my 5 big brothers and my baby sister, to the birds that fly overhead, and most of all to the great spirit Flagoon and to my Daddy. Mama says Daddy went away forever, I wish I knew what that meant. Mama's sad cause Daddy went away. I thought maybe my voice could bring him home someday, that's why I love singing so much. It makes Mama smile when I do and I love to see her happy.

A priest came to New Sairaag, he's kind and gentle but he can't see. I asked him why(Mama said I was being rude) and he laughed. He said it was for his boy, he gave up something he wanted very much so his boy could be happy. It was for a cure. I asked what was wrong with his boy, but Mama dragged me away before he answered. I don't get it, what did I do wrong? I told Mama "I wish that nice man could see". She hugged me and said she did too, that someone that kind didn't deserve to be blind. I wish I could take his blindness away. I told Mama that too and she said I was a good girl. I'm glad to be a good girl, it means I make Mama proud.

My brothers and Mama work in the city. They help build new homes for people like us. I take care of Mary(that's my sister) and sing for the workers. That's my job. The priest(Mama says his name's Rezo) is always there, he fixes people who are hurt or sick. I wonder if Daddy is hurt or sick and that's why he went away. Maybe if Mister Rezo fixed Daddy then Daddy would come home.