Everyday she waits. Her insides twisted as her fingers tug and pull.
Everyday he returns. The boat filled with catch.
Each time he hugs her, and bathes her in his joy.
“Mother, you know I and the land, and the air and the sea, are all in God’s hands. Should a wave cause my boat to capsize, and me to drown, I shall remain in those hands still”.
At last she understands.
And in this belief, shares his joy.
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