When it was time for her to have the First Holy Communion, her Mum and Dad took her to church every Friday (which is like a Sunday in the Middle East).
Her catechism teachers taught her the prayers and the importance of this sacrament for a year before the big day.
The priests solemnly heard her confessions a couple of months before.
Her godfather, Merwyn, kept his promise to be present at the ceremony and he made travel arrangements.
Auntie Bharati gazed at the most beautiful white dress that was made on her sewing machine. This dress, which she gifted to the little girl, was her offering to god for having blessed her with the talent to create such beauty.
Auntie Naella counted out the beads on the rosary that she was going to put on the white cake. It had a rainbow surprise within - just like the unexpected pleasures that the divine showers on us.
The other guests, Uncle Penta and the Dias and Gonsalves families from Vasai, came to bless the little girl as the sun shone extra brightly on that summer afternoon.
Praise the Lord!
3rd May, 2014, Muscat.
