Se Volo Para El Cielo

My little boy is no longer in his mother's arms, the terrible disease ended his life, the two years of my little boy. How terrible it was to wait, how useless it was to pray, God wanted to take him away to never return with his parents, my little boy... he flew to heaven... with very good little angels, who promised to take care of my mischievous little boy. He left my house empty but with a hope: I know God will make him fly with two very white wings... I know God will make him fly with two very white wings