Where is the Trust?

Sadness and sorrow filled my heart as I watched Cindy hugging our baby’s cloth, who was never given the chance to see the world. It has been ten years since she miscarried. Every year, we went to Obando, Bulacan, for our devotion, hoping that someday my wife would be graced with a miracle.

“Love, come on now. We’ll be late. We still have a long trip ahead.”

“You go ahead to the car, love. I’m just looking for my shoes.”

As I reached for my shoes behind the cabinet, an empty bottle accidentally rolled out with its label, ‘Trust Pills.’