Dear Lord, please let him be even better tomorrow, was a silent prayer in Mom’s heart that night.
Early in the morning about 3 am, Mom was awaken by some sounds that were coming from your side. She quickly turned to You. Our three single beds were joined together. Mom was in the middle, You were on her right, and Dad on her left.
You were fast asleep, facing your mother, and You were - mumbling.
Mom leaned towards You and tried to make out what You were saying. She sat up in surprise as she realized that You were speaking in tongues. We have not heard You speak in tongues before. That was the first time.
Just to make sure that You were alright, Mom whispered very softly, “Daniel, are You okay? You want your medication?"
No more than fifteen seconds later, You stopped, and said, “You’re no fun,” and turned around, so that your back was facing her.
No fun?
Mom watched You from behind, and wondered if she had interrupted your dream, when she spoke just now. You could have gone on longer had she not interrupted.
Were You having a conversation with God?
Or Mother Mary?
Or an angel?
She couldn’t help but chide herself for creating the distraction. You went back to sleep almost immediately. Mom watched You for awhile until she fell asleep.
At the souvenir shops on our 2nd night.
