1 Healing Touch

Jazer..Jazer ...the screaming of Mother Elizabeth sneaked his ears. As the sweet little eye opened, he could see the usual stout figure staring at him. " Why don't you get up by this time? Jaz should I shout everyday near your ears to wake you up? Oohhoo" shouted the old lady

God's light wished him a warm welcome touching his tiny body. He gradually aroused from sleep. Furious Mother flew away like a mad old bat. He gazed the perfect disorientation of his room. But for him every sunshine begin with a gratitude.

He moved through the corridors, room after other. Scene was bliss out there seeing his friends playing in the garden .

" World says we are orphans, but our proximity to the saviour heals it" he thought. He belongs to this family, named 'HEALING TOUCH'. He kept an eye out to the huge name board in the far. He turned to see his old lady standing eyes fixed to him and smiling. Expressions were ample for their conversation.

Mother called everyone for the holy mass(prayer) at the church. When everyone got ready for the mass Jazer was searching in his trunk for the proper fit one. Anyone he pick up , it will have a shade of blue,so shirt happened to be navy blue .

Rejoiced by the morning sunshine he walked along with his friends enthusiastically. His enthusiasm has little to do with mass. It's all about a gooseberry. Gooseberries happened to be an everlasting greed rather than a fruit to him. Street after street he walked obediently along with his friends.

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