Holding his hand, Shawney says, "The people we trust the most, and make them feel we depend on them. They are the ones that hurt us the most. You may ask why I say that; it is because all that the elderly woman had, she distributed among her children and grandchildren equally. And in return, no one used to offer her a mouthful of food or a drink of water. Yet she had given to them in the hope that they would care for her. So tell me, why is it they couldn't attend to her needs?"
When Shawney wiped the tears away, she said. " Mister, the bag I'm carrying with me entering this village didn't contain many pieces of clothing. It was mostly gift sets from people who blessed me because I cared. My Aunt feels I don't have any money, and she is right, but she doesn't have to know that. Mister, my gifts in my bag are worth double their shares put together. I don't mind helping people, but users, I detest."
After listening to her, Train felt peace in his heart; her tone of voice clearly states that she has a deep joy from her achievement and mission. "Then, my child, if you are happy, I am glad for you. Just be careful and take care of yourself as you travel."
Standing up, Shawney replies, "I will, and you take care, and Mister, please don't forget to leave your name and address. And the name of the hospital your Son is in."
Sunday morning, bright and early, paying his bill, Train leaves alone. 'He was not disappointed or dissatisfied. Knowing the long conversation he and Shawney shared was very enlightening to him. He could see how genuine and happy she was when she was sharing her experience.
Just listening to her confirm that his choice for Torren is the right one.'
Realising as he ponders in his heart. 'What I don't want for myself, I cannot give to someone else's child. I need to set my house in order first before Torren remarries anyone. The others have to leave the house, so he won't have to choose. I only pray that the Lord will answer my prayer and bring her home to me.'
One week of driving, not stopping anywhere for long. Using public facilities to bathe and change, and to get a bite. "Finally, I am almost home," he inhaled a few deep breaths, then exhaled.
Hungry and tired, hoping to get a hot meal and some rest. Before having to go to Torren this afternoon at the hospital.
Seeing the view of the house, he whispers. "I am sorry, Shawney, for not telling you the truth that my mansion is slightly bigger than yours. And that My Torren owns a garment factory that is enormous and very successful."
Parking in the garage, feeling every bone aching from the many days of driving.
Train quickly enters the house only to hear Torren saying, "Dad, I heard you were coming home."
Looking at his son in shock, his heart swells with joy, especially how well he looks, "Where did you hear that from, My Son?"
Torren was excited to see his father's happy face after so many months. "I met a friend of yours a few days ago at the hospital."
Hugging him first, Train said, "I was coming to get you later. Now let me take a good look at you, oh my Son, you look well."
Torren knew his dad was happy the way his eyes were watery, "I am feeling much better, Dad."
Train embraces Torren once more, feeling pleased to hear that, "That my son is wonderful news, so did this friend give his name?"
"Dad, your friend is a woman."
Baffled thinking, 'Who could it be? The only person who knew I was returning home was Shawney. It could only be that she had taken a flight to reach here so quickly. Oh my God, she told me she doesn't like deceivers. When she sees the mansion, she will turn around immediately.'
Curious to know when he had seen her, "Torren, when did you meet this friend of mine, Son?"
"Dad, haven't you listened to anything I was saying?"
Train was confused; he couldn't recall him saying anything about when he saw her. "What do you mean, Torren?"
Hearing him say, "Dad, I said she came to the hospital a few days ago. We get a chance to talk for a long while. Dad, it was then she told me she knew you. Dad, she was here this morning, saying very soon she will visit when you return."
Still baffled, Train asked, "Did she give a name, Son?" Wanting to say he met so many people on the road.
Seeing how relaxed and sound-minded he was, no one would believe he could speak so clear-headed. No one would believe he was the same confused and hostile person. "Not her first name, Dad, but Dad, she is your friend?"
"I met so many people on the road, Son, I can't figure out who it could be. Well, never mind about that now, when she visits again, I will see her."
"Dad, it's Miss Wayman."
Hearing it was Shawney Train felt as though his heart made a flip, rejoicing.
Whispering, "My good Lord, you did give me your favour. She had planned to visit even before I left; that was why she asked for the hospital address."
Overhearing his father whispering, "Dad, did you say something? You look so confused and tired. Will you be alright?"