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427905_288851894552101_801183559_nYesterday, I heard the sadness in the voice of my niece in India, even though it was her birthday.

“Are you sad, Shilpa?” I asked, over the phone.

“Yes, Auntie,” she answered, then her voice broke.

Shilpa lost her mother very suddenly a few months back and has had a few other setbacks in her life. She’s beautiful, so smart, and one of the loveliest persons that I know. We tried to get a VISA for her to come to the United States last year, but it was denied. It’s very difficult to get a VISA from India, though I pray that someday she can come here.

shilameI went to sleep after praying for Shilpa. In the early hours of the morning, I had a dream that I was in India with her. A song began to play and I hugged her and kissed the top of her head. Then, with the song still playing, I woke. I grabbed my iPhone and searched Youtube using the lyrics I heard in my dream.  Here it is:

Please pray for Shilpa, her future, and her family.