Johnny, a fifteen-year-old boy, and his father were wandering through a bustling mall. For them, this was a new experience, and they were amazed by almost everything they saw—from the glittering stores to the colorful displays.

But one thing, in particular, caught their attention: two shiny, silver walls that seemed to move apart and then slide back together seamlessly.

Johnny stared at the strange contraption and turned to his father. “What is that, Dad?”

His father, who had never seen an elevator before, shook his head, equally baffled. “Son, I have no idea. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life.”

As they stood there in awe, a plump, elderly woman in a wheelchair approached the silver walls and pressed a button. With a soft chime, the walls slid open, revealing a small, empty room inside.

The woman rolled herself into the room, and the walls closed behind her. Johnny and his father continued to watch intently as the small numbers above the walls began to light up in sequence.

“One…two…three…” Johnny counted under his breath as the numbers climbed higher and higher.

When the sequence reached the last number, it paused briefly before the numbers began lighting up in reverse order.

“Three…two…one…”

With a soft chime, the walls opened again. But instead of the elderly woman in the wheelchair, out stepped a stunningly beautiful young woman who looked no older than twenty-four. She glanced at the father and son, gave a small smile, and walked away gracefully.

The father stood frozen, his jaw slightly open, eyes fixed on the young woman as she disappeared into the crowd.

Finally, without looking away, he leaned toward his son and whispered, “Johnny, go get your mother.”