While I was weighing what to say, Ben trotted towards the old lady, stretched out his little arms and offered her a warm hug, with his lips curving into an angelic beam. As if his innocent smile had a magic to soothe a painful heart, I could sense the gloomy face of Marcia softened.4As bitter tears gradually moistened Marcia’s eyes once again, we endeavored to console her with soft words, which ultimately created a trace of faint color on Marcia’s face.