Laying Awake At Night
My Mom walked into the room and told me to put up the book because it was time for bed. I saw the worried look on her face when she looked at my Dad. For days he had come home coughing because he couldnít afford to miss any more work. Putting in full days working on cars while fighting the infection had left him pale and thin.
I walked into my bedroom next to the living room while my Mom gave Dad some soup and straightened his blanket. For a long time I lay awake scared while I listened to the voices drifting in from the living room. I wondered if my Dad would ever be well again. Then I heard something I hadnít heard in a while: laughter. Its sweet sound floated on the air. First my Momís, then my Grandmaís, and finally my Dadís happy laughter filled my ears. I noticed too that for the first time in weeks my Dad wasnít coughing. At that moment I felt safe, happy, and loved. I knew that my family was going to be alright and that we were rich in everything that mattered. I said "Thank You" to God for making my Daddy well and then fell blissfully asleep, wrapped in the love that binds us all together.
It is that love which is the real wealth of this world. May your life always be rich in it.