A boy is praying to god

In the quiet stillness of the evening, a young boy knelt beside his bed, hands clasped tightly, eyes closed with innocent sincerity. A soft glow from a bedside lamp lit his small frame, casting gentle shadows on the walls. His lips moved in silent whispers, each word a mixture of hope, faith, and childlike wonder. Dressed in his simple pajamas, he looked fragile yet strong in spirit, speaking to a presence he could not see, but deeply believed in. Behind him, a worn-out teddy bear sat on the bed, as if also listening. Outside the window, stars blinked in the dark sky, as though heaven itself paused to hear the boy’s prayer.