In a small village there was a girl name Lilla or they called her “the eyes of her people.”
Everyone from young to old came to her during the week.
But one of her busy’s days were on Saturday when people would travel far to see her.
So they too could know what’s to come of their life.
Being prophecy was hard for Lilla, for sometime the things she predicted were sad and such a terrible lost.
But she knew she had to strong for her people and, one day her daughter or son would be strong for the people when she’s long gone.
So on this long busy Saturday Lilla put a smile on her face and embraced the weight the prediction would bring her and her clients.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes