His Santa, His Healing

Adaora shut her eyes tightly and held her breath, waiting and listening as his light footsteps echoed through the quiet Cathedral. Everyone was waiting for his performance, but she held her heart in her palms, praying that he would do well. And when she at last heard his voice, that soul piercing voice that sang and played 'Mary did you know," she opened her eyes, staring at him. His eyes were on hers, and they spoke from the depths of his soul of how he felt performing.

Tears pooled in his eyes as he played, and it was so touching that and people dabbed their cheeks. Well, Adaora who knew her foundation would be ruined held the tears from getting to her cheeks, dabbing her eyes instead with a white handkerchief.

When he was through, people were nodding and pulling out more tissues, and the MC applauded him. She felt the strong urge to embrace him and tell him how proud she was of when he sat, but she held herself, taking his hands again instead.