He looked at his father and hugged him warmly. The long summer night passed away imperceptibly. The clock stuck at four o'clock in the morning before father cleaned up the barn. "Supper time!" passed my mother's instruction to my father as a messenger. He nodded with a fainting smile and continued his daily chores.
I ate with a good appetite, but my father sat absently looking at an empty plate. In a blink of an eye, my mother appeared with one bowl of cornflakes and a jar filled with milk. The mother signaled me through her big eyes vacant the room immediately. However, the conversation became more animated, and both took part in it.
'And, how will we survive, John?' asked mother
'I lost everything. I must confess that I am an unfortunate one: I tried my best to save these crops, I want to stay calm, but now I am losing my faith,' vocalized father pessimistically.
'And you did not once allow yourself to ask for a helping hand?... Your firmness astonishes me,' mother softly gripped his hand.
I got teary-eyed after the involuntary participation in their secretive conversation. It was an irresistible urge to search for my answers. So, I just bolted down a glass of water and reached amid cropland. I looked at the sky for a moment and asked that supreme power residing above the clouds- 'Why?'
Suddenly, I felt something on my left cheek. I saw my father standing motionless with a gaze riveted towards the sky and his face the picture of a flabbergast. He tried to speak to the mother, but no sound would come at first.
'John, my love, mother called to him. But he was standing like a statue. Then she rose and tottered towards him. She panted once more, clutching his arm; God heard our prayers.'
He gently loosened her fingers from about his arm and was weeping for joy. He showed a water droplet that was shining bright like a diamond.
He broke down and screamed his lungs out 'that first drop of life.'


