The touch from the hands of a child gives a special kind of comfort to this quiet heart. You feel it even more so when the hands are joined in prayer. This speaks of me...as its little impressions are left still beating inside me.
Finally, for the times when I thought my prayer was never perfect enough whenever asked to pray during the morning worships, I felt that one small part of it was acknowledged by one of my superiors - my boss.
And for that, for some reason, let me say...thank you.
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