A SILENT ANSWER
ALM No.72, January 2025
SHORT STORIES
The bell jingled as the ice cream shop door swung open. Mia, with her apron stained from scooping all day, glanced over, ready to serve the next customer. It was just another day, one that carried the same emptiness she tried to ignore, hidden behind a fake smile. It was November 11th, and all she could think about was the party that night, clinging to the hope that maybe, just maybe, this time, going out would fill the hollow feeling in her chest.
The young woman who had entered had a warm, almost radiant smile. She seemed to be around Mia’s age but carried a serenity that Mia found intriguing. The girl approached the counter and offered a kind smile.
“Hi, what’s your name?” she asked, her tone unexpectedly gentle.
Mia blinked, a bit surprised.
“Mia… my name is Mia.”
The young woman nodded, smiling even wider.
“You have a beautiful name, Mia.”
After a brief silence, the girl ordered a strawberry ice cream. As Mia prepared it, she could feel the young woman’s eyes on her, as if she were trying to see beyond the forced smile Mia wore.
When she handed over the ice cream, the girl showed no intention of leaving right away. Instead, she looked at Mia with a mix of compassion and a strange confidence.
“Mia… I know this may seem strange, but… could I pray for you?” she asked, her voice calm and without a hint of hesitation. “I’ve felt for days that I need to pray for someone like you. And when I saw you, I knew it was you.”
Mia felt her chest tighten. She didn’t know what to think and glanced around, as if looking for some sign that this was a joke. But the girl just stood there, looking at her with those peaceful eyes.
“Yes…” Mia whispered, barely recognizing her own voice.
The young woman gently took Mia’s hand, and as she did, an unusual calm washed over Mia. The girl’s voice was low but firm, each word carrying a conviction that was impossible to ignore.
“Lord, you know Mia. You know the nights she tries to fill her heart with things that only leave her emptier… you know her pain, her loneliness, and the weight she carries in her soul.”
Mia felt a chill. No one knew these things. No one knew the struggle behind her smile and her weekend distractions.
“And you know about that heartbreak that hurt her so deeply,” the girl continued. “You know about the difficult moments at home, about the tears she’s kept to herself. But, God, you’re here, calling to her heart. Because she asked for a sign, and you didn’t leave her without an answer.”
Mia could barely hold back her tears. That very morning, as she got ready for work, she had looked into the mirror and, in silence, asked God, the universe, or whatever it was, to give her something—a sign, anything to let her know she wasn’t alone in the chaos of her life. And here it was, a stranger who knew everything without her saying a word.
The young woman finished her prayer and gave Mia’s hand a gentle squeeze.
“He loves you, Mia. More than you can imagine. You just need to open the doors of your heart. He wants to live within you.”
With those words, the girl offered one last smile, took her ice cream, and left the store. The bell jingled again, but for Mia, the entire world had changed in that moment.
She stood there, motionless, feeling the warmth of tears slipping down her face. This was the sign she had asked for, the answer she had needed. Somehow, she knew she would no longer seek to fill her emptiness with worldly things. Something far deeper and more real had found her.