—Minerva kissed her grandma's right hand— "I am really going, aren't I?" the old women inquired —The young healer looked at her mom and then searched for a response on the hospital floor like it was a score— "I... I don't know... I am sorry vó—" "It doesn't matter," the old healer was annoyed, "they never tell us anyways." She was referring to the spirit guides that assist energy workers in their assuages. "Are you ready?" Minerva cued her kin —Silvia nodded— —Renata stood up and went to the left side of the bed— "minha filha, why don't you play Floricane for your vó while we work?" she encouraged —Minerva searched her purse and pulled out her phone... she was excited— "I just wrote this one vó, it's called Irn Grl." "Very fitting," the young healer amused herself with the thought "Silvia is a fighter, what she lacks in height she makes up for in astuteness." —Minerva and her mom opened their channels. Birds flew in... ---------- Boston, MA