Rama unfolded the message and squealed. “Praise God!”
Sundrabai and a few students rushed in. “What happened, Pandita? We heard you cry out.”
Rama began dancing around the room. “God gave us our farm.”
“Mrs. Andrews?”
“No, not the Association. Just normal people. They donated the money, nearly four thousand American dollars. God gave us the farm. Everyone, we must pray. We must praise God for this great blessing.”
Laughter. Tears. Songs. When dawn broke, almost every student was in Rama’s room. But happy as she was, Rama still didn’t have what she really wanted.
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