By Caroline Cecile

September 1, 2017

I was sitting at the back of a crowded conference room on the floor. Everybody in fact was sitting on the floor, looking onto the speaker, our True Father, the Rev. Sun Myung Moon. Everyone was dressed in their best attire. I was wearing a dark blue woolen top, and my blouse was covered with small bugs, that would fall off like dust with the sweep of my hand. It bothered those sitting around me, and I felt very embarrassed. Yet at the same time, I couldn’t leave. This was where I should be. But the bugs were gone once swept off. They were only on me, no one else. When they were gone, Father came to me, and gave me a painting of a beautiful white house with a gray roof. The house was surrounded by green grass and a lot of trees. I felt elated, and believed this place would be my future home.

I live in a white house with a gray roof, surrounded by green grass, palm trees and citrus trees.