On the eve of Christmas the church was filled with people. We tried to attend the mass scheduled at 9:00 but we arrived a little bit late squeezing our way to the altar. We have been standing for more than an hour and the kids who were with us are playing while hearing the mass. Finally the mass was finished, when we went outside the little boy slipped from the hands of her mom, until we were already outside the church we cannot find the boy. How fast he disappeared from our sight. My sisters and I went back to the church to find the boy but we can't find him and besides the church was filled with human beings, it's not easy to find the little boy. The mother of the boy was already worried and almost in tears. While I was waiting at the car I got a call from my other sister that the boy has already gone home. The call erased our fears and worries. We went home and the boy was already there waiting for us, there is fear in his eyes but trying to conceal it with his strength. The mother scolded the boy and he asked for forgiveness for what he has done.
The scene is familiar, it's like when Jesus got lost in the temple but He was listening to the scribes, while the other boy went home on his own. The boy has learned his lesson he will never ever leave his mother and he will not be impatient but will wait for his companion.
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