Mom, Dad and Guilt _

Meanwhile, Marty had appeared on top of the Sphinx in Egypt.
He looked out into the sahara desert, overwhelmed by the beauty of the scenery.
He sighed out and sat down, having a long think of all the wrong things he had every done...things he was sure God would not be impressed about.
Well, all the times he made fun of Mr Nitzki. After all, it was just a bit of fun, but Mr Nitzki was almost certainly miserable...little digs at him wouldn't have helped his happiness.
Marty felt really bad about this and fixed his eyes on his feet.
He began to think of worse things.
His mother and father had collected $11 million from Burger world...sure, it would give them a little happies...but it was Marty who had caused their pain really - he had been stupid enough eat a 6 month old hamburger. It was't Burger Worlds fault.
Marty felt deep shame now...how hurt had his parents felt? When they were told he was dead? Did they still hurt badly now? At this though, Marty felt horrible guilt ripple through his soul, makig tears spring from his eyes, and cause him to shake with shame.
He had caused his death, and because of this, he greived not for himself, but for his mother and father.
As he sat there, all Marty wanted to do was see his mother and father again - smell his beautiful mother's perfume or watch his father read the newspaper in the morning.
Tears fell freely now, and Mart found himself outside his house...the lights were on.
After a few moments, Marty was in the living room, and saw his parents again for the first time in 2 and a half years.
They looked sad. Not in terrible grief any more - they appeared to have come to terms with Marty's death, but they were still not entirely happy.
Their child was missing from their life - they would never see him again.
Marty's mother sighed.
"It'll be his birthday soon." she observed quietly.
"Yeah," his father nodded, "Can you believe he would be 18?"
Marty's mother nodded, before bursting into tears.
Her husband rushed to her and embrased her, while Marty hung his head. Never before had felt this guilty, and it caused him great pain.
He wanted to pray right then for forgiveness...but instead he prayed to God for something else.
"Please give them something - anything - to heal their broken hearts." he whispered, still teary.
Then he turned back to his parents, and the prayer was almost immediately aswered, it seemed.
Marty's mother had at last looked up to her husband and let out a sad smile.
"Honey - I'm having another baby." she whispered.
Marty's eyebrows shot up, and smiled joyfully - a new baby would certaily heal their hearts. Give them something to concentrate on, and something to have hope for.
Marty's father was happy too and hugged his wife again, but this time he gently stroker her tummy.
"Thank you." Marty said quietly, and turned from his now-complete-again family.