A Miracle.

At first, it was all dark. Then slowly, the darkness cleared up, giving way for a beautiful and familiar tea table scenery. In front of him, was a garden, one that awfully looked like the one back at his family house and the more Tobias stared at it, trying to make sense of what was happening, the more confused he got. “Aren’t you going to drink your tea?” The voice startled him and he looked to his side to see his grandfather, holding a cup of tea in his hand and beside him, was his father. They had both stopped talking and faced him after noticing how absent he had gotten. Tobias, seeing the sight in front of him, felt happy and confused at the same time. For some reason, this scene felt perfect to him, like he had always craved the presence before him, yet, for some reason, it felt off. “What’s the problem Toby?” His father asked, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes, those very same eyes that looked like his, at him. “Yes,” His grandfather agreed, the wrinkles on his face deepen