She looked at the tree with the scarves, ties and other colorful things draped on the branches and grimaced. Waste of time. She saw the items she had put on the tree months ago, believing that the gods would hear her prayers and answer but it was as if they had turned their backs on her. Her son was still sick. Nothing worked. And he was growing worse.

“You haven’t tried Me”. She looked around, wondering who had said that. She was alone. She continued walking, chalking it up to imagination when she heard it again. “You haven’t tried Me”.

Frightened, she asked, “Who are You?”

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