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The Fire inside

Autumn has come, cold northern wind forced slipping into warm clothes. People were less and less going outside their homes, and it was much better for me to stay at home, watching the curly tongues of fire in the fireplace too.

Then, one day, when I was at home, watching the fire burning, shining a warming everyone, Sara knocked on the door, that girl with the underhand corns on her palms.

She used to visit us and have some tea with dried figs sometimes. That day, she had some free time, when she could play with her peers and drink tea with us.

That time she asked timidly: «Grandfather, is there a continuation of the story that you told us in the summer?»

At that moment, I got the same feeling again. The voices in my had continued repeating me: «It’s your time, just tell this». I smiled and answered: «Sure, what do you want to hear?»

Sara was very happy, but for some reason she hurried to leave. I was confused. Apparently, Sara saw the bewilderment on my face, and started talking very quickly: «Grandpa, I’ll be right back in a moment, I just have to bring my brother Jacob and sister Elizabeth here.» After a short pause, she said to me: «There was so much love in my heart after our conversation last summer, that I told your story so many times. Everyone noticed that I became another person. Our mother is sick and she is not able to work. Despite the fact, that our father works hard to make ends meet, our family is large, there are six children in it. That is why my elder brother, sister and me support our parents. I believe, they should hear your story too.

Than Sara vanished.

I asked my Heavenly Father – how my story could help Sara’s brother and sister? My Father filled my heart with His love without a word, and I stopped asking questions – everything inside me became clear and understandable. Everything within me became clear and understandable.

It was time for lunch. Sara returned, while we were setting the table. A very handsome young man followed her. His clothes were not entirely new, and it was worn a little, that one could see his tanned young, but muscular body. The young man was very shy of his appearance and was a bit laconic.

He was followed by a girl a little older than Sara. Her eyes were sad and expressed a little joy in her life.

Finally, the table was set up for our guests. They all were confused by an invitation to have dinner with us. Their faces clearly showed us, that the invitation was a surprise to them. They looked at the table and our smiling faces, and, finally, their embarrassment and doubt passed away.

Our dinner was finished and I took my favorite place by the blazing fireplace. Sara, Jacob and Elizabeth sat down on the soft carpet beside me. I asked Sara if she could remember the end of our story. She was so excited by telling our story, as if it was yesterday.

«The Heavens rejoice when little boys and girls are born» -she told us, ending our story.

Then she looked at me and said: