The aged woman seemed determined. Bent double, leaning on her walking stick, face contorted in a grimace of pain, she prayed, “Enough, Almighty. I’ve lived a contented life. Take me to your abode now.”
She didn’t know about the ‘plan’ Leena, her daughter-in-law, had finalized. With children studying in college, and a recently dead husband, she must go out and work. There’s no time for babysitting.
I let a streak of lightning solve their problem.
Leena will be relieved she can live with a clean conscience.