...I wonder if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the
fanfare of epiphany, but with pain
gathering its things, packing up,
and slipping
away unannounced in the middle of the night.
from: The Kite Runner
by: Khaled Hosseini
The Prodigal Son neither asks to be restored to his place in his Father's house, nor does he even repent for the grief he caused his father. Never-the-less, the son is given these things anyway...by his loving father.
Hummmm.....
by Liz Lemon Swindle
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