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Thad re-read the twitter post for a second time, wondering how so many people could be roped into a scam so easy to disprove. There were thousands of re-tweets affirming the original tweet’s claims that a massive upload of music capable of healing anything from cancer to the common cold was available at YouTube. Some hacker must have a botnet of drones faking all of the re-tweets.
Unable to withstand his curiosity, Thad clicked on the YouTube link and listened to the premiere video, titled Cystic Fibrosis. As the song finished, Thad blinked in surprise as he felt wetness on his cheeks. Why am I crying?
Feeling a faint spark of hope, Thad unplugged his laptop and walked down to his mother’s room.
“Mom, I want to show you a cool song I found,” Thad said softly as he sat down on the edge of her bed.
His mom smiled weakly, looking skeletal with the dark circles under her eyes and hollow cheeks. The wimple covering her bald head was coming undone again. “Sure, baby. Let’s hear it.”
Thad took a deep breath as he selected the video titled Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia.
As the angelic voice began singing, his mother’s eyes widened in sudden awe. “Thad, this is beautiful!”
Thad nodded absently, watching his mother closely. As the second verse began, another voice joined the song. The new voice sang in a strange language, but the sound of that amazing voice defied description! Thad new his eyes were tearing up again as he got caught up in the effortless ascension of scales that seemed to bring color into a previously drab world.
The sound of his mother’s breath catching brought his attention back into focus. He gasped as the color began spreading back into her cheeks, restoring her skin to a healthy pallor. She was quickly pulling off her wimple, and Thad gasped again as dark-brown hair quickly sprouted from her bald skin. The red spots on her skin vanished even as he watched and the bruises he had become so accustomed to faded into a healthy skin tone.
“Thad, what just happened?” his mother asked in amazement.
The sudden life in her bright brown eyes was what convinced him it had really worked. With a sob, Thad pulled his mother into a tight embrace. “You’re healed, mom. You’re healed.”
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