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I Think I Ate Too Much Cake On Christmas Day - a short story by A.B.King

   Once upon a time in a city much like where you live right now, there lived a little girl named Lilly. She was a nice Christian girl who had the most wonderful and loving Christian parents. Lilly had a little problem however. It was the day after Christmas and Lilly had eaten way too much cake on Christmas day. Now her tummy ached and she’d had to use the toilet repeatedly. However, the pain in her tummy won’t go away.   Lilly told her parents about her tummy ache and when they saw how serious it was they decided to rush her to her pediatrician.   They got to the pediatrician’s hospital only to meet with a crowd of other kids who where there with their parents because they ate too much cake on Christmas day too.   Lilly had to sit and wait her turn as she tried to endure the pain.   She waits and waits and waits until she begs God to heal her. Immediately after she prayed, the pain went away. She was Ok! She was now back to her normal happy, healthy and vibrant self.Lilly told her parents that she was Ok! now. They where shocked and they asked her how come.Lilly told them that she prayed and now the pain had disappeared.   Lilly’s Mum then says, “You know, maybe you should have prayed right from the beginning.”   Lilly thought about it and she hit an epiphany, “You know what?” Lilly said, “I probably should have.”   Lilly and her family then stood up to leave the hospital.   A nurse ran up to them and told them that please they should be patient that it would only take a little while now before their turn reaches.   Lilly’s Mum looks at the nurse with a smile and says, “Don’t worry we don’t need a doctor anymore.”
The End

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