"Dad, can you carry me?"
The father did not hesitate to get the boy on his back up to his nape. The boy's legs were in between the father's head.
"Dad, can you lift me higher?"
The father hastily lifted the boy until the boy had stood on his father's shoulders.
"Am I heavy, Dad?"
"Why did you ask?" the father asked the boy.
"Since I was very young, you have carried me on your shoulders. Now that I am over 9 you still carry me without even shrugging off."
"Since you are my son, I can do as much as I can to make you feel better and keep you unharmed."
God, the Father, carries you no matter how much heavy your yoke is.
The father did not hesitate to get the boy on his back up to his nape. The boy's legs were in between the father's head.
"Dad, can you lift me higher?"
The father hastily lifted the boy until the boy had stood on his father's shoulders.
"Am I heavy, Dad?"
"Why did you ask?" the father asked the boy.
"Since I was very young, you have carried me on your shoulders. Now that I am over 9 you still carry me without even shrugging off."
"Since you are my son, I can do as much as I can to make you feel better and keep you unharmed."
God, the Father, carries you no matter how much heavy your yoke is.
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