I woke up at 12 midnight. I thought it was because I was used to it – or because of Zim. But I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. I couldn’t sleep easy. In fact, I felt tired. I knew it was something with my brother. I wasn’t sure what, but it was just that. I finally forced myself to sleep after praying.
This morning, I woke up to a text message my father sent. My brother’s transfusion went well. WHAT? wait. What time was that? 11:30-12:00. I knew it. I said a little prayer of thanksgiving
I guess it’s my bond with him. I knew that something was up. Maybe siblings are just born clairvoyants. I don’t know.
But whoever it is that helped him. GOD BLESS YOU.