The Malicious Matchbox

The matchbox sat there. On the kitchen bench beside the stove, untouched for a very long time. 

Around that time, a voice spoke. Repeatedly over many years, I heard the same words. "Your parents are lying." I was surprised. Thought my parents were honest people. Most children don’t see things clearly. "Oh really?" I said to the voice floating in the wind. My mind now full of suspicion. That was before God opened my eyes. Years later, I learnt the hurtful truth. Here's how everything played out.

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