Journal #4 Human Package

“I got another one!” I yelled, I’m tired of getting all these humans! I pick up the package and walk to the trash can, and before I could even throw it away I give it a second look. I asked myself, “Why does this human look familiar?” I set the package down and opened it. My eyes widen, tears forming, my lip shivers, “It’s my daughter!” I yelled. 2 years ago I lost my little girl in a head on collision car accident, she flew head first throw the windshield and died instantly. She asked me “Mommy why am I naked?” as if she never even knew she was dead. Even though I was happy to see her so many questions were running throw my mind, but I ignored it, laughed, and told her to come inside to get some clothes on. The nest day my girlfriend calls me crying and whimpering, I couldn’t understand what she was saying so I asked her to speak more clear. She told me that her mother is back, that she is alive. Now I was happy for her but one question slipped in my mind how?, when her mother died last year from cancer. Again I ignored it and told her I was happy for her. So later that night I got on the internet and did my research, come to find out the government or scientist found a way to bring back the dead and restore families. Thinking they are doing a good thing they are messing with God’s destinies.