Different Lanes yet Still Friends

Grandma was sitting at the dinning table eating her breakfast. She noticed the change in Craig's behaviour for two weeks now. He clearly dodged his breakfasts with his "I am fasting" statement. Yes, Grandma had trained him in a strong Christian way, but she knew how stubborn he could be when it comes to partaking in a collective fast. 

Infact, during the last fast declared in church, Craig was caught eating some fish hidden in his pocket. It was part of the fish grandma bought to make lunch after the fast. 

Another time, he was caught fast-forwarding the hand of the wall clock in the sitting room. Grandma was puzzled. She reflected on how long he might have been carrying out this trick declaring "grandma, it's almost time. Let's start praying."

"So, what happened?" Grandma thought.  "How and when did he become the pioneer of his own fast?" she nibbled the bread in her hands. "Craig" she called. There was no response. "Craig," she tried again. Silence still. She lifted herself from the wooden chair, getting support from the table with sighs resulting from her waist pain. She walked into Craig's room and found him sleeping pretentiously as he struggled with his blinking eye lid on bed. She held his hands and said "I know you are not sleeping. Get up."

Craig's twelve-year old self was sitting with Grandma, head down and pale. "My Bobo" grandma called fondly. "What is the matter?" she swung her right arm over his shoulders. 

Feeling very reluctant, he said "It's Junior" and kept mute. Grandma thought for a while and said "Oh, Junior your friend. What about him?"  

"We are no longer friends", he said with tears in his eyes. "Why?" Grandma knew they were close friends and almost inseparable. "We can no longer be friends."  "Says who?" she asked further. "His parents now belong to a different religion." Craig sobbed. "I've missed our friendship the same way I've missed Jewel's. 

"You dismissed your friendship with Jewel for such reason?" Grandma asked surprised. "Yes, grandma. It will be wrong for me to associate with them since we are now different."

Grandma paused, held his hands, and soloed "One Love; One heart, Let's.get.togeeether-and. feel alright". Craig looked at his grandma to grasp the connection between their conversation and her action. Seeing the curiosity in his face, she smiled to him and sang again "One Love; One heart, Let's.get.togeeether-and.feel alright."

"Love is the centre of humanity. It doesn't matter what identity we carry on later. We are all humans. Both of you might be on different lanes, yet still friends. Friendship is more human than religious. That is the meaning behind the chorus I just sang." Grandma explained. 

"Does it mean that Junior and I can continue being friends?" Craig asked with his brightened eyes. "Yes, even Jewel."  

"Yaay!" Craig jumped from the chair and gave grandma a tight hug. He began the song "One Love...", grandma responded "One heart", they both chorused "Let's.get.togeeether-and.feel alright."

Come on now, Let's sing together after the order of Craig and grandma.

(I will sing the first two phrases, while you sing the rest. Let's go!)

One love; One heart...

(Your turn)🎤