The boy stayed there crying in my hands but after a while, he pulled away cleaning his tears and as I watched him a small smile crept on my face since I was so glad that I had succeeded in giving him a ray of hope.
Then I didn't know if what I said would be effective, all wanted was for him not to cry anymore. I wanted to give him a little faith and I was so glad that he still had that little faith right now. All that remained was for his grandma to get better.
Watching the boy, I prayed inwardly that the faith he had doesn't waste. I prayed that his faith brought his grandma to her right state of health.
I wanted to help him and his grandmother and even though I didn't know her or her situation, I was already feeling pity for her. I could only wonder what an old woman like her was doing for a living.
