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3033393The Healers Chronicles: Birthdayshttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/the-healers-chronicles-birthdays-9781393425274/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/2276434/3aadcb8c-f3a4-4258-8f2a-943af87b3934.jpg?v=6386565108432300005858MXNMidwest Journal PressInStock/Ebooks/2969412The Healers Chronicles: Birthdays5858https://www.gandhi.com.mx/the-healers-chronicles-birthdays-9781393425274/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/2276434/3aadcb8c-f3a4-4258-8f2a-943af87b3934.jpg?v=638656510843230000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20209781393425274_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_<p><strong>Walking down a dark, wet, gritty highway - barefoot, feverish, and wearing only a nightgown.</strong></p><p>At least the storm had quit.</p><p>Now if I could get my chattering teeth to stop, it would help - maybe.</p><p>A string of cars on the side of the road gave only a promise of help. Some of their lights on. No one inside. I noticed a broken window and an empty bassinet.</p><p>Nearby, there was a knit shawl. Slightly warming. Not that it made me think clearer. Socks and shoes might have helped. Not the extra diapers or home-study course lessons left in that baby crib.</p><p>By those car lights I saw a city limit sign. Trudging that direction on pain-numbed feet, I soon saw lights ahead.</p><p>My eyesight blurry, my ears still picked out the wail of a crying babe.</p><p>I hurried, despite my torn feet and shivers.</p><p>In that building's front yard, tripping over toys - that didn't help.</p><p>Once inside, I reached the source of the wailing and found why it was so loud.</p><p>Two babies.</p><p>I then realized we three souls had one thing in common.</p><p><em>None of us knew we why we were there.</em></p><p><strong>Excerpt:</strong></p><p>I woke up not remembering much of how I got here, where I was, or who I used to be.</p><p>There were two babies, one on each side of me, who were sleeping soundly. All of us in a big bed that was soft and warm.</p><p>My hair and white muslin nightgown were drenched. Like I'd been out in the rain with them. Even soaked the sheets a bit.</p><p>But the babies were both dry.</p><p>I couldn't hardly move from where I was, since the top sheet and quilted patchwork comforter had been tucked in around all of us so tight.</p><p>A little work at loosening these from under the babies allowed me to carefully scoot up a bit to more of a sitting position. The extra pillows helped me not have to go all the way to vertical and wake up those cherub-faced infants on each side of me.</p><p>But simply trying to sit up showed how weak I was. And how sore I seemed to be everywhere. Especially my legs and feet. Rubbing one sole on my shin quickly told me that I shouldn't do that again. It felt like the bottom skin had been sandpapered off and was barely healed. I could feel the rough scabs and also the pain of those ragged cuts.</p><p>This new position did put my face visible in that mirror, a tiny image at its bottom above the frame.</p><p>That image had long and wavy black hair, in need of brushing and combing, as well as a good wash. Dark eyes, and dark under them told me I probably went through hell in the last few days.</p><p>Being alive, at least, was a plus.</p><p>A stirring next to me brought me back to these two tykes on either side. They were both going to be red-heads. And you can't tell me any baby isn't the cutest darling in the world at that time of their life. I couldn't tell you how I knew about raising babies, but "cute" is too obvious.</p><p>Habit or not, I tucked the blanket in again on each side of me to make sure they were comfy and secure.</p><p>If I woke up without any memories, I at least was in good company. These two had none or few yet themselves.</p><p>Then the steps came up the hallway. I'd soon find out which door led out. But the question of who was coming in made my heart race a bit.</p><p><strong>Scroll Up and Get Your Copy Now.</strong></p>(*_*)9781393425274_<p><strong>Walking down a dark, wet, gritty highway - barefoot, feverish, and wearing only a nightgown.</strong></p><p>At least the storm had quit.</p><p>Now if I could get my chattering teeth to stop, it would help - maybe.</p><p>A string of cars on the side of the road gave only a promise of help. Some of their lights on. No one inside. I noticed a broken window and an empty bassinet.</p><p>Nearby, there was a knit shawl. Slightly warming. Not that it made me think clearer. Socks and shoes might have helped. Not the extra diapers or home-study course lessons left in that baby crib.</p><p>By those car lights I saw a city limit sign. Trudging that direction on pain-numbed feet, I soon saw lights ahead.</p><p>My eyesight blurry, my ears still picked out the wail of a crying babe.</p><p>I hurried, despite my torn feet and shivers.</p><p>In that buildings front yard, tripping over toys - that didnt help.</p><p>Once inside, I reached the source of the wailing and found why it was so loud.</p><p>Two babies.</p><p>I then realized we three souls had one thing in common.</p><p><em>None of us knew we why we were there.</em></p><p><strong>Excerpt:</strong></p><p>I woke up not remembering much of how I got here, where I was, or who I used to be.</p><p>There were two babies, one on each side of me, who were sleeping soundly. All of us in a big bed that was soft and warm.</p><p>My hair and white muslin nightgown were drenched. Like Id been out in the rain with them. Even soaked the sheets a bit.</p><p>But the babies were both dry.</p><p>I couldnt hardly move from where I was, since the top sheet and quilted patchwork comforter had been tucked in around all of us so tight.</p><p>A little work at loosening these from under the babies allowed me to carefully scoot up a bit to more of a sitting position. The extra pillows helped me not have to go all the way to vertical and wake up those cherub-faced infants on each side of me.</p><p>But simply trying to sit up showed how weak I was. And how sore I seemed to be everywhere. Especially my legs and feet. Rubbing one sole on my shin quickly told me that I shouldnt do that again. It felt like the bottom skin had been sandpapered off and was barely healed. I could feel the rough scabs and also the pain of those ragged cuts.</p><p>This new position did put my face visible in that mirror, a tiny image at its bottom above the frame.</p><p>That image had long and wavy black hair, in need of brushing and combing, as well as a good wash. Dark eyes, and dark under them told me I probably went through hell in the last few days.</p><p>Being alive, at least, was a plus.</p><p>A stirring next to me brought me back to these two tykes on either side. They were both going to be red-heads. And you cant tell me any baby isnt the cutest darling in the world at that time of their life. I couldnt tell you how I knew about raising babies, but "cute" is too obvious.</p><p>Habit or not, I tucked the blanket in again on each side of me to make sure they were comfy and secure.</p><p>If I woke up without any memories, I at least was in good company. These two had none or few yet themselves.</p><p>Then the steps came up the hallway. Id soon find out which door led out. But the question of who was coming in made my heart race a bit.</p><p><strong>Scroll Up and Get Your Copy Now.</strong></p>...9781393425274_Midwest Journal Presslibro_electonico_8615d55e-2284-386c-9664-ae5ee5a13b4c_9781393425274;9781393425274_9781393425274S. H.InglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/draft2digital_ipp-epub-4dd7babb-8753-4c0d-aa58-b8db5b032cd5.epub2020-03-08T00:00:00+00:00Midwest Journal Press