Chapter Four
That Inner MagnetOn a late summer evening, just a few weeks before my Palm Leaf reading, I was sadly looking out the window.
“Mom, is something wrong?” Bella asked as she entered my room. She tiptoed to my bed, sat down next to me, and gently stroke my pale face. I wanted to hide my sorrow, but it was too late.
“No, sweetheart, it is nothing. Really.” I muttered.
“But I can see that something is wrong.” She insisted, not letting me get away with it so easily.
“I don’t really know what this lethargy is. I guess I am just exhausted, drained. I have been working so hard all summer. It is almost fall, and I feel like I have no energy left. I just need some rest.”
There are so many things weighing heavily on my shoulder! But how could a parent share this with her children whe
