Faith is the Victory
Winning story in Perry Elisabeth Design’s short story contest.
I don’t like change. I know most people get used to it, but I have never been able to. When Dad announced their move and I couldn’t go with them, I didn’t handle it well. Would I ever find the faith to be victorious?
Content warning: A character does attempt suicide, so please read with caution.
I have two loving parents who raised me to love God, two adorable twin sisters who annoy me occasionally, but otherwise aren’t too bad, and a little brother who loves to do anything with me.
My sisters’ names are Dalaiah and Deborah and they are fourteen-years-old. They both have a couple babysitting jobs, but otherwise mostly do their schoolwork and whatever girls do with their friends. Daniel is my nine-year-old brother and all boy just like me. He loves to play ball of any kind, roughhouse, build tree forts, dream about cars, and he really loves learning.
One of our favorite things about homeschooling is that pretty much anything counts toward school. Mom had specific things we each had to learn, but then we could branch off from there. I probably already knew more about engineering than most of the college students. Daniel’s favorite study at the moment is astronomy, Dalaiah’s is art, and Deborah is into plants and trees.
My dad is the manager at a big department store, and I think he does a great job. You can probably guess what Mom’s job is. A few years ago, I saw a neat job title for what she does and have told her a few times that she should get a diploma made up or something. The title is: Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations. Pretty neat, don’t you think?
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