Resurrection

One day, Angelina looked at our old photos and asked, “Is this the father of Mummy?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“And he has died?”

“Yes, indeed.”

“After people die, they go to heaven,” she continued, “It must be lucky to come back to this world.”

“We Christians believe in life after death. We will all meet in heaven in the end.”

After a while, I suddenly added, “At that time, I will wait for you with a game of chess.”

“You mean when I am in hospital?”

“No, I mean I will wait for you in heaven.”

Angelina nodded. “And you will spare my Queen?”

“Yes, I will spare your Queen.”