"You see that right over there?" The child followed the tip of his mother's finger as it pointed to a building tattered, worn and covered with cracked wood boards and a collection of trash of broken bottles.
"Yeah mommy, is that the school? The one you taught at with daddy?" He felt her smile behind him as she squeezed his shoulder lovingly.
"Remember it is a church as well and yes you are right."
"It looks nice." He attempted to hide the disappointment in his words, but this wasn't how he imagined from the stories mother told him, the friends she made, the lives she changed. He had been excepting a great majestic structure larger than life itself.
"Don't lets it appearance fool you dear, that is the most beautiful place in the world." She always seemed to know his thoughts and at times his heart.