Àwọn Àmì-ìwé Tí A Fẹ̀

That night, Samuel goes home and falls to his knees. He does not pray for anything. He only gives thanks. Tears roll down his cheeks as he raises his hands toward the ceiling. He believes God has finally answered him. He does not know her name. He does not know her past. But he trusts the whisper in his chest.