Crouched at the altar, tears of profound joy streamed down her cheeks. Surreal emotions coursed through her veins. Folded in her sweaty hands was her little brother’s picture.
He went missing during the war. She never stopped praying. She never stopped believing. She never stopped hoping.
In gratitude she looked up and whispered in a husky tired voice, “Thank You, Father, we have found him, alive.”
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