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Gabriel, who was
only 7 years
old, looked
really sad. His
home
environment, who
used to be
happy, peaceful
and loving, was
not the same as
before.
He realised his
parents were
arguing a lot.
They barely
spoke to each
other. When it
happened, they
would start to
fight.
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Gabriel and his
older brothers,
Clare and
Vinicius, would
stay quiet at
their room. They
didn’t know what
to do to help
their parents.
One day their
parents fought
so much his dad
left home and
hit the door
strongly making
noise. His
mother then
stayed at her
room crying.
Gabriel couldn’t
think of
anything else.
He didn’t study,
he didn’t play,
and he couldn’t
do his homework
and was failing
at school.
Two days
passed
by and
his
father
didn’t
come
back
home.
His
mother
looked
like
a
zombie,
and
her
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eyes
were
sore
from
crying.
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— Mom, is dad
coming back? —
He asked,
worrying about
the situation.
Her mom hugged
him kindly and
said:
— Of course he
will come back,
my son. He is
very busy at
work, that’s why
he is not home
just now. Don’t
worry.
Everything will
be fine.
Therefore,
Gabriel knew
things were not
going well. He
kept thinking:
“What will
happen to us if
dad doesn’t come
back? Doesn’t he
like us
anymore?”
He couldn’t find
any answer to
his questions,
but he knew he
had to do
something. He
remembered his
mother used to
say God always
had an answer to
all our
sufferings. If
we searched for
Jesus’ words, we
would find the
help we wish
for.
Gabriel then
took the Gospel
and randomly
opened it up. He
was sure Jesus
would help him
to find a way
out of this
situation. He
closed his eyes,
and placed his
finger there. He
then read from
the Gospel:
“Who asks,
receives; who
searches, finds;
and hits the
door, will find
it open.”
He opened up his
eyes, and read
this phrase a
few times. His
mom was right!
Jesus sent him
an answer. He
understood he
had to pray
asking what he
wished for, and
then he would
find a way to
solve the
situation
between his
parents.
Gabriel started
to pray and
asked God not to
allow his family
to be apart.
Every time he
remembered the
problem, he
would repeat the
prayer. That
night he went to
bed much
calmer.
In the morning
he had a great
idea! He took a
paper and pen
and wrote a note
for daddy,
saying:
“Dear Carlos, I
love you. We
need to talk. I
will wait for
you at the
restaurant we
always go to at
8pm tonight.
Love,
Fernanda.”
He wrote the
same note, but
only changed
names. It was as
if daddy was
inviting mommy
for a meeting.
He looked at
both notes and
smiled. He then
left it at the
front door, so
his mom would
find it.
He then got
ready to go to
school. As he
went down to
have breakfast,
he found his
mother all
excited. As he
left for school,
he passed by his
dad’s work place
and left the
note for him at
reception.
In the
afternoon, his
mom said she
would go out at
night, and then
later went to
the beauty salon
to get ready.
Gabriel didn’t
say anything to
his brothers,
who found their
mom’s behaviour
quite strange.
Where was she
going?
At night she
came to the
leaving room,
all dressed up
and perfumed:
— I am not
coming late.
Please lock the
door and stay at
home.
Later on she
arrived back
home. What a
surprise when
they saw that
their mom was
with their dad!
Carlos hugged
his sons,
kindly. He then
said:
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— My sons, I now
realised how
much damage I
was causing you.
Mom and I have
talked and
promised never
to fight again.
We will work on
our differences
from now on in
peace. We now
know that, if
there is love,
everything else
can be sorted
out.
— We were able
to do it thanks
to Gabriel, who
found a way to get us
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They then told
Clare and
Vinicius what
happened.
Gabriel asked,
quite admired:
— But how did
you find out it
was me?
They all laughed
when their
parents showed
them the notes
received. The
hand writing in
both notes was
so well-known by
them! It
belonged to
Gabriel!
He felt
embarrassed for
being
discovered. His
dad said:
— We need to
thank you, our
dear Gabriel,
who managed to
sort out this
situation caused
by me and mom.
Gabriel smiled
and said:
— Let’s thank
Jesus. He was
the one who
showed us the
way!
Aunt Celia
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