Proof The Bible Is True

The cozy two-bedroom apartment seemed to have my daughter’s name written all over it. It felt like home. Sunlight poured in through the large windows, the building was well-maintained, and there was a bus stop right on the corner so her girls could easily get to school. And the landlady, Benita, was so friendly.

 

“I love it,” Julie whispered to me. “Too bad I’ll never be approved.”

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