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Residing Dreams (Chapter 217)

I realized that similarities could be found in the most unexpected of places. However, I had almost deemed my dad to be like a mother, in all of the wonderful ways. I felt better knowing that Casimir had had a kind, faith filled, and loving mother. I reckoned that God never forced anyone to live a life completely devoid of love and warmth. After all, wasn’t His love always present too? I explained to Casimir how my father was also deeply in tune with religion and spirituality. “He taught me not only to preach, but to practice as well. While he practiced his Christian faith wherever he went, he was also a spectacular preacher. He could mesmerize you for hours by articulating and praising God’s great works and mercy. He wasn’t the kind of educator who simply droned on and on from the textbook, as other Sunday school teachers did. He was truly captivating, and sincere in speech and action. That’s what many people said about him. But others…thouroughly hated him and all he was,” I said, my voice suddenly low.

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