It had started to drizzle as well, very light drops from heaven.
“Headache, I wanna go back,” You said, screwing up your face in obvious pain.
Dad said urgently, “We have to take him to the hospital.,”
We did not know what to do.
We had just got there, and it was only Day 2 of our Novena. Mom did not want to break that and start all over again. Plus there was a crowd of pilgrims there, how do we move your chariot without causing a commotion?
Mom panicked as You continued to wince in pain.
Plunging her hands urgently into her pocket, Mom pulled out her rosary.
Her eyes were fixed helplessly on the Immaculate Conception, with an intensity only a mother can understand.
Mother Mary, tell me what to do to make him comfortable, she whispered urgently. You were moving about restlessly.
With her heart pounding loudly in her chest, she started to recite the Hail Mary. Your mother’s eyes never left the Immaculate Conception that was erected above the grotto.
It was as if She is here, and She is.
She truly is.
And She knows.
She knows everything that is happening to You.
Taking some shots at the Genting Resort grounds.
