Job: lord, I miss the dead lord.
God: who do you miss?
Job: my ah ma.
God: ah~ she’s doing well up here.
Job: I feel so foolish. While she’s here I always wanted her to leave. But now when she’s gone, I missed her nagging. Lord when can I see her.
God: when your time is up.
Job: thanks. I will do my best here as when I go up. I can share with her all my experiences and be a history maker in many lifes.
God: you will be.
