She didn't understand my tears.
I had just received news that rocked me emotionally. So, I tried to go to my room to collect myself. But five year old Tally followed me. When she saw that I was crying, she decided she had to do something.
Water? she offered. No thanks.
Orange? No thanks.
Banana? No Thanks.
Water? she asked again. I knew she was not going to leave me alone. I nodded.
She was pleased as she dashed to the kitchen to ask her mother for a glass of water. She brought it to me and watched me finish drinking.
Orange? she offered. I gave up. I was in a home with no lock and latches. Tally did not understand privacy.
Orange is good, I said. She went out happily and again watched over me like a mother hen while I ate.
I hugged her.
Tally and her single-minded attempt to comfort me was the visible sign of God's FAITHFULNESS. I knew that all had to be well.
