The Testimonial of Love

I do not know if I have told you about her before. She was a sweetheart to many. She was poor, and poverty, as it seemed, favored her over all the people she knew or did not know. In human words, she is a widow who has no one, not any one. This was her apparent reality. However, her true reality is different. I am writing about her. At the same time, I am also writing about her neighborhood whose residents all loved her. Everything she needs is there for her. Neighborhoods are roads and buildings of iron and clay... As for that neighborhood, God built it from people of gold! The people in it all seemed to know that every human being is my kin, every human being, created by God in His image and likeness, concerns me. The living human being serves life! Before she fell asleep, she asked me: "Is our neighborhood not heaven on earth?" The greatest testimonial is the testimonial of love!