Fatima: The Final Secret. Juan Moisés De La Serna

before that I’ll prepare you a glass of warm milk, so you can energize your body,” she told me and before I could respond, she had already gone into the kitchen in two strides and put the pot on the stove with milk. She waited a little while for it to warm up, brought it to me, and told me while she handed it to me, “Take it warm, I’ve thrown in a little honey, just the way you like it.”

      With the glass in my hands, feeling the warmth of the milk comfort me on that bleak afternoon, and being sat on the sofa next to her, which was strange in itself because the sofa was always full to watch the television and she normally had to sit on a chair, we now had the entire thing just for the two of us.

      I don’t remember the last time we had a moment alone, she was always doing something.

      “Well, tell me, you have me on tenterhooks,” she told me, “what do you want to talk about?”

      I tried to find the words. I would use gentler words, so that she would not misinterpret them and they would not hurt her. I started by asking:

      “Mom, do you love me?”

      “Oh son, what a question, do you doubt it?” she asked, looking at me with great surprise.

      “No,” I answered resoundingly, “listen to me, it’s very important,” I said.

      “It already seems that way to me, you’re kidding me, right?” she said more calmly, with a smile.

      “No Mom, I’m being serious.”

      “Me too,” she said.

      “Do you think I love you?” I asked her, looking her straight in the eye to see her expression.

      “Well of course, I’ve never doubted it, but you’re acting strangely today. Tell me what’s wrong with you, you’re starting to worry me,” she said shifting restlessly on the sofa.

      “Mom, I’m an atheist,” I said after taking a long drink from the glass of milk as if to draw strength from it and tell her what it was that was so difficult for me, because I felt it was now or never.

      “Whaaat? What do you mean? Don’t talk nonsense,” she said very seriously.

      “Look, Mom, I’m not going to go to church anymore…,” and I started to explain… but I couldn’t add anything further, she wasn’t listening anymore.

      “Son, I’m sure you have a fever, go to bed right now, I’m going to get the thermometer that I left on the nightstand in Chelito’s room where I put it earlier.”

      Jumping up, she got up from the sofa, as if launched by an invisible spring, and boldly moved down the hallway without giving me time to react.

      “Come back, we have to talk, I’m not ill, calm down,” I was saying walking behind her, trying to convince her and continue the conversation.

      But turning a deaf ear, she kept moving forward, almost forcing me to run to catch up to her. I reached her when she already had her hand resting on the door handle of the room where my little sister slept peacefully. Putting a finger to my mouth I said:

      “Shhhhh! You’ll wake her up,” and I added quietly, “now that it seems the fever has gone down and she can rest easy, after the bad night has passed, don’t go waking her up by making noise.”

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      What would I see? Why was she screaming like that? We were all woken up and frightened and we went to her room. Mom had arrived first and was already comforting her. Asleep, Chelito cried inconsolably, and between screams said things we didn’t understand.

      “Calm down little one, you’re not alone, I’m here with you and nothing is going to happen to you,” Mom was saying from there beside the bed, while she was gently stroking her head.

      It seemed that Chelito was not listening, until Carlitos came running in and lying on the bed, hugged her and said:

      “Here I am to defend you, don’t be afraid, I won’t leave you alone.”

      At that moment she woke up and was surprised to see everyone around her bed, and in her feverish eyes I could see how confused she was, but she couldn’t say a word, all she could do was stare at us, from one to the next.

      “It’s okay, it’s over now, you see? You’re not alone, we’re with you little one, don’t be scared, nothing’s going to happen to you,” Mom was saying to her, while she hugged her and gave her an affectionate kiss.

      “Why don’t you call the doctor Mom?” I asked worried about what was happening, because I didn’t understand it, it was the first time I’d saw my little sister that way.

      “But son, am I going to bother him at this hour for a cold? I’ve been through this situation many times before,” she answered more calmly.

      “But Mom,” I protested, “it’s not even like Dad’s here to take her to the hospital if we need to,” I insisted, “and what if she gets worse, what will we do with her?”

      “That’s not going to happen, calm yourself and don’t be a child, you’re already a man, and now that Dad’s not here you’re the man of the house, look at how Carlitos has managed to face the situation.”

      “Yes, but it’s woken her up and I don’t know if she’ll be alright,” I said a little embarrassed.

      At that moment, Tono came into the room with a glass of water, and told Chelito:

      “Take it, this will help the fear pass, for sure.”

      We all laughed, this pair of twins certainly never failed to surprise us. The situation changed, and despite her fever, Chelito was calmer, so Mom sent us all to bed.

      “Go back to sleep, you know that tomorrow’s exam is important, and Dad doesn’t want to hear any excuses about why you didn’t pass it,” she said to the twins.

      “But it’s easy Mom,” said Tono, the most unruly of the two.

      “Yes, easy, it will be for you because you’re a nerd,” Carlitos said.

      “Get outta here! Mom, he called me a nerd when he doesn’t stop studying even on vacation,” protested Tono getting cranky because he did not like being called that one bit.

      It made us smile once again, and my mother, already adopting a more serious tone of voice, told us:

      “Right, off to bed all of you, I’m staying here. I don’t need to hear any more talk, you have to rest so that the night passes quickly, go to bed without complaining.”

      Down the hall, on the way to our rooms, I told the twins:

      “Well done guys, you should always protect your sisters.”

      “Yeah, but Carmen is already very big and she doesn’t need us,” Tono protested.

      “Look, she thinks she doesn’t need you, but women always need a man by their side to defend them and protect them, and who better than a brother? Don’t listen to her when she says she’s the biggest and doesn’t need anyone. Surely she’s a little jealous of you guys, not having a sister her age to talk to about things, because Chelito is too little to give her advice. What happens to me is I get bored when I’m not sleepy, and you’re lucky enough to be able to chat quietly until you fall asleep. When I hear you, it makes me want to take my mattress and come here into this room with you guys.”

      “Are you also afraid about what’s happening with Chelito tonight?” Tono asked softly.

      “No,” I said with a smile. “Come on, let’s get some sleep, the time for talking is over. Mom is going to really get angry and she’ll punish us for not obeying her. Besides now that Dad isn’t here, we have to behave better so that Mom is happy with us.”

      Closing their bedroom door, I went into my own room, that place they allocated to me, saying that I was already