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Dec 09, 2006 23:45

She places her hand on mind, a gentle squeeze.

"Are you okay?"
"Yeah... I just... My mum looked like she was crying in the audience. She says it's nothing, but she might just be saying that so I get through the performance."
"Oh... Is there any reason she might be upset?"
"My Grandpa... Is very sick."
"I'm so sorry. I... I'll pray with you."
"..."
"Oh, you're not into that kind of thing?"
"... Mmm...Not really."
"Well, I'll pray for you, then. Do you mind if I pray for you?"
"I... I think that'd be okay."

It's amazing how a bowed head and a few whispered words can mean so much. Thank you so much, my dear friend. Even if you never read this, even if you can never know how much that meant to me, thank you.
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