You make me happy when skies are gray

You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you

Please don’t take my sunshine away.

I’ll always love you and make you happy,

If you will only say the same.

But if you leave me and love another,

You’ll regret it all someday.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you

Please don’t take my sunshine away.

You told me once, dear, you really loved me

And no one else could come between.

But now you’ve left me and love another;

You have shattered all of my dreams:

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you

Please don’t take my sunshine away.

In all my dreams, dear, you seem to leave me

When I awake, my poor heart pains.

So when you come back and make me happy

I’ll forgive you, dear. I’ll take all the blame.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you

Please don’t take my sunshine away.

By: Jimmie Davis / Charles Mitchell

Chapter 1

CAIN

I lay in a bed that was too small for me, but my parents refused to get new beds for my brother or me. I had no idea why. Their answers never made sense when I asked them questions. Looking over at my nightstand, I let my eyes follow the globs of red lava and sparkles ever so slowly as they floated around inside the glass container of the nightlight. It was supposed to look like a spaceship, but it reminded me more of the thing that vibrated in my mother’s drawer, just fatter. My eyes drifted from the slowly moving gloop that was meant to relax me into sleep to my small angel statue and my leather-bound bible. Sitting up, I pushed the little angel in the middle of her face, and the miniature statue fell back with a tiny thud.

“Stupid statue.”

I grabbed the bible that was not much bigger than my hand. My eyes traced over the gold cross, and the words ‘Holy Bible’ splashed across the front of the book. Like, I wouldn’t know what this boring book was as soon as I opened the cover? My thumb bent the book and let the pages flutter, the tiny words nothing more than a blur. That was the other stupid thing about this book. Why did they make the words so small that everyone interested in the crap the pages held would need glasses to read it? I couldn’t explain why, but I found that strange little fact funny.