"There is a new little angel, in God's arms", the minister spoke in solemn words. As the sun's rays penetrated in skin, giving my body a shiver as the breeze softly embraced me. A trail of endlessly tears ran down my puffy eyes as I focused on the tiny white box that was slowly lowered into the burial chamber. I could not resign myself to the reality, which sorrowfully revealed that the petite fragile corpse of my only four-month cousin lay sleeping in a sepulcher forever. My heart throbbing at a rapid tempo exposed a new engraved scar, however this time with immense profoundness and an unexplainable sorrow. My mind told my heart that it was another lesson that God had placed in my pathway, yet my heart refused to accept that as a valuable reason. I shut my eyes and immediately was able to glimpse at a memorable moment, of a "gordis" baby with an unforgettable cheerful smile. That emotional sight made me feel his presence near my heart. I wanted to escape from actuality in order to not presence his burial but my legs refuse to shift. My eyes opened as I heard my aunt's hysterical cries, "What have I done to you God? Why did you take him away?" In that precise instant I realized that miracles and faith did not exist. Furthermore, destiny is not created by the individuals, it is foreseen by God since the first day he gives us life. I knew that my little "gordis" had touched my life forever, with a tough moral to comprehend.
             His departure at an extremely early age made me protest upon God's eyes. "Why did you take him if he was just a baby without sins?"; "Why don't you take that entire terrible people that exist instead?"; "Why always my loved ones, I hate you!" I sobbed. The magnitude of these words addresses to God made me feel an unexplainable feeling of hatred that I had never felt before. I was angry with God for never listening to m...