Within a few seconds, for some reason, Mom found herself moving her hands towards the headrest of the chariot, squeezing a lever before yanking it down.
Instantly, You stopped fidgeting.
Sucking in her breath, Mom watched You. You stopped groaning and felt better.
Mom was overwhelmed by that moment.
How in the world did she know that that would help?
Mother Mary must have whispered to her.
Dad gave Mom a knowing glance of relief, and Mom returned one of, wonderment.
Mom, standing at the head of your chariot, whispered,
“Did - you - see - that?”
Dad nodded silently.
That split of a second moment was indescribable.
A message had suddenly flashed across her mind, and she just knew what to do. It was surreal.
A few minutes later, You complained again,
“I can’t ... I can’t ... I wanna go home.”
The headache was still there, You said restlessly.
Mom instinctively lowered your headrest further, so that now your head was almost lying flat down, just very slightly raised from the body.
You calmed down.
After that, You were all good for the rest of the day.
About 1:45 pm, You turned over to Mom ...
Justine and You in Malacca. A Farmosa.
