I was lying in bed, with two layers of blanket, shivering with hacking coughs and waiting miserably for the fever to pass.
In the middle of the dark, suddenly I felt my son's little fingers touching my arm.
" Mom? Mom?"
" Yes?" I replied groggily.
" Can I pray for you?"
" Do whatever you want, darling"
" Dear God, please make my mom better so that she can be happy again."
And my heart crumbled just a little.