Wizards of Hope

It started as a joke; Pat would hold me in the hand while we took the long street that led to the road of the supermarket. We had all the time we wanted as mom already told us she would be going to aunty Sarah's place once she returned from church. It was already two hours from my return from school and the only thing I could think about was the wizards that could rise the dead. Pat promised to continue from the last time after I made him promise to tell me an interesting real story because I was going to report him to mom for running from church to meet his friends through the back door. Unlike a few youths in the choir, mom had to fight Pat to like the Lord and also his church.