That sound blasted in my ear drum as if it were a bomb exploding. I heard him. Gazing on, I watched as Dr Gary and the team began working with Raphael, checking his stimulation and his breathing.
Pride filled me as my angel began wriggling, tiny little twitches. It definitely ruled out that it was not nerves.
It was my little boy letting the world know that he was fighting,
Gloria heard my prayers.
The angel Raphael blessed my son, just as Gloria had often prayed for him to watch over her family and the little lives that were growing inside me.
I prayed with my soul to the angel, and he listened to me, just as Gloria believed he would.
The next two weeks, my Raphael became stronger and stronger. As I stared at him with wonder, his stunning silver gaze opened, curiously staring back
