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He had walked back to the site

of his sacrifice a few days later to find

the deya lamp over turn and crumbs of

crackers. He had been elated thinking

that it had actually worked but as the

days dragged on the more he

questioned if it wasn’t just some stray

dog that had ate the crackers and knock

over the lamp.

It wasn’t until day fifteen to be

exact that he heard his grandmother

animated voice as she thanked God.

Kristof ran from his room, he too soon

jumping in jubilation as he saw his

grandfather’s left foot settle on the

ground for the first time in months. Mas

Errol was swinging Miss Mazie round

and round with a look of pure elation on

his face. Kristof couldn’t help but to

mirror his grandfather’s expression,

feeling a level of accomplishment for

having made the sacrifice.