“Pee ...”
You whispered with a sheepish smirk on your face.
You whispered with a sheepish smirk on your face.
Pee?
Oh, pee! Thank God You said “pee” and not “pain.”
Yeah, we all had to go pee.
It was lunch hour and the crowd had dispersed. It was easier to move your chariot out of the sanctuary then.
The WCs were located near the bath area.
Dad pushed your chariot and we slowly made our way there.
Earlier today ...
You were resting comfortably, so we stayed at the grotto while waiting for the afternoon bath session at 2 pm.
We love the peacefulness and somehow found ourselves embracing wholeheartedly the overwhelming sense of security that seemed to envelop there.
An old lady, with fine white hair, who had trouble walking, made her way slowly to You.
You saw her from a short distance, and had a ready smile for her. She came and introduced herself to You.
With one hand on her chest, she spoke slowly,
“Me – Yvonne ... You?”
“Daniel ...” You replied with a wide smile.
Church Youths visiting a special home.
