But Richard knew what he had seen: the certainty in the boy’s eyes, the quiet confidence in his voice. It had been real, as real as his daughter’s laughter now echoing in the room. He couldn’t explain it, and perhaps he didn’t need to.

In a world often defined by logic and reason, sometimes the most extraordinary truths are those that defy explanation. And in Richard’s heart, he knew that somewhere out there, a barefoot boy carried the power to awaken miracles.