Jojo over heaven

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The children who took her charity as well as the elderly people all
laughed at mother.
They roared with laughter like they were seeing a thoroughly
entertaining hilarious joke being played.
And when I heard that laughter, I didn't really have much animosity to it.
They were absolutely right, I thought. Enough so that I wanted to laugh
right along with them---- My anger towards my mother took precedence, so I of
course didn't do so. But that's to the degree that I felt so.
My mother was foolish.
Helplessly foolish.
Be that as it may, as you might expect, being the son of the mother who
was being made fun of, I was sometimes looked down on. And I couldn't just let
those people that were laughing at my mother get away with it, but when I did
that, my mother scolded me.
Rather than the ones that were laughing at her, she would scold me that
got angry.
"You mustn't do that, Dio. You must not live relying on violence like that.
If you do such things you will not go to heaven."
Thinking back, it was like it was her favorite phrase. Words themselves
have concrete meanings. Maybe they were something like an incantation.
Her simply saying those things left an impression on me. She need only
to say the word "heaven," and it felt like she might be saved----- I had to think
that, because otherwise that woman's feelings were completely
incomprehensible to me.
No, even if I did think that, understandably, she was undoubtedly
impossible to understand, but...... thinking back on it now, I feel that it probably
brought a reasonable amount of light into her life in which she was constantly
laughed at.
But anyhow, she, my mother, took every opportunity to say that to me as
a young child.
If you do this, you can go to heaven.