Shanaia continued to work on her brother to keep him alive as she cried. She was feeling tired from minutes of chest compression but she is nowhere near giving up. She is not losing her baby brother.
“Don’t you dare die, Seb,”
“Just heal already,”
“Come on, live!”
Shanaia cried as she prayed that her brother survived, the same time she blamed herself for what happened. But then, something deep inside her was calming her, as if telling her it wasn’t her fault and that Seb would be fine.
Shanaia embraced that feeling and at that very same moment, her hands on Seb’s chest glowed. The glowing light grew and everyone in that house was startled by the blinding light.
When Shanaia tried to look, she felt that same warmth she felt inside, in her hands. And that warmth radiates to her brothe
