At 57 years of age, Himtor, finally, saw his departed father and mother.
He saw his father wearing a shiny red garment. And he forgot what his mother was wearing because he kept looking at her face.
His mother died quite young.
When he, at last, had seen her. Her hair was white as snow.
Nonetheless, or a mysterious phenomenon, her face was as radiant as ever.
His father led him towards the throne of Our Lady, and Mama Mary gave him a loving embrace.
It was perhaps, his most lucky day ever.
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