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The Eternal.Chapter Four.A Good Heart.Verril was born into a poor family in Bombay. He did not know of anything else.His life was to serve. Everyday he would attend work with his father helping himwith the minor chores around the hotel. His father was a proud man, knowing oftheir poor background Verril’s father has always wanted the best for his son.Verril knew nothing of this. Life was normal to him. Every thing that he knows,at 14, was the same. Families born to serve. There was a strange satisfactionfor both Verril and his father working at The Grand Hotel Bombay. The people theyserved were always kind. They could sense the good heart of Verril’s father.Good hearted people can come from anywhere.A young man arrived one morning dress ever so simply. It was nothing that Verrilhad seen before. Most of the clientele wore expensive jewelry and beautifulfabrics. Luggage of gold and silver. This man had nothing. He was simply bare.Just clothes on his back and a small bag.“Why was such a man here?” Verril thought. A sudden command snapped Verril fromhis mind.“Verril! Take Mr. Emrys’ bag to his room. Attend him.” With that Verril jumpedto his feet. He didn’t understand it. Of all the bus boys, Verril was neverpicked. He would get the minor jobs. Cleaning the lobby or the toilets orsweeping the entrance. Never actually getting to take guests to a room. Hehurried and took the bag from the stranger. The stranger’s eye looked down uponhim. Not in the way of disgust or to despise, but of comfort. He gave Verril asmall smile. They continued to the room.On the day of Mr. Emrys’ departure Verril was summoned to grab his bags and attendhim out of the hotel. Verril knocked nervously at the door and waited. Mr. Emrysopened it and greeted the boy. Verril was invited in and offered a seat. Withperfect manners Verril refused and stood. Mr. Emrys made himself comfortable andstared at Verril. Verril’s nerves had yet to die away. His heart pounding, bloodin his veins rushed through his body. Verril wanted to run, as fast as he can toanywhere but his feet were stuck. Locked into a state of stasis. What did Mr.Emrys want? The thought repeating itself in his head.“Verril,” the man spoke, “I have met your father.” Verril’s ears drew up like ahound. His heart slowed. His breath calmed. There was a soothing tone to MrEmrys’ voice.“He has told me of you and your family. Your father is the kindest, mostendearing soul I have met. We met in Bihar when he accompanied rich tourists. Ifelt his the presence of his good heart. I talked to him.”Verril still confused at the situation, he had more questions than his mouth couldspeak. His lips opened but no sounds were made.“Today you’re coming with me. This is the wish of your father. He wanted you tosee a different life. I told your father I was happy to take you but you neededto decide for yourself. It would mean leaving him and your mother. Possibly notever seeing them again. But you would see a world you’ve never experienced, aworld you subconsciously dream. Would you like to come?” Mr. Emrys put forth thequestion.It all became so clear now. During Mr. Emrys’ stay Verril would be called toattend to his every need, not that he needed much. The occasional refill ofwater, towels.Why would father want to abandoned him? Was the first thought, but wise beyondhis age Verril’s thoughts turned to logic. An opportunity to see where thesepeople he had served for so many years came from. Their mysterious lives. But at
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