A note to my latest reviewer: Yashourah wasn't being a brat. She was joking around. Keep in mind that as much as She has those powers and intelligence, She's still only seven years old.
LilyRose woke up that night crying. She was red and extremely hot to the touch.
"Oh no," Mary whispered, trying to calm the baby, "What's wrong with her? Joseph, I think we need to get the doctor!"
"Why? Mary, the Messiah lives in our house. We could just wake Her and ask Her to heal LilyRose."
"Joseph, She's seven," Mary pointed out, "It must be close to 4 hours that She's asleep and She needs to know that She is just as important as LilyRose and-"
"Do you even hear yourself," Joseph demanded, "This isn't about who we love more. This isn't about which child means the most to us. It's about our day-old daughter who is sick→ possibly dying, if not for an intervention."
Before anything more could be said, Yahsourah came into the room.
"Honey," Mary asked, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine mom," Yahsourah said.
"Listen sweetheart," Joseph continued, "Your sister is really sick."
"I know," Yahsourah replied, "That's why I'm here."
She held out Her arms and Mary dutifully placed LilyRose into Her arms.
Immediately the fever left LilyRose.
"Thank you so much," Joseph said, wrapping Her in a hug.
"I love my family," Yahsourah answered, "I would do anything for them. Don't argue about whether or not to wake me whenever you need me. The answer is yes."
Mary looked at Joseph and apologized.
"I'm sorry too," Joseph said.
Both Yahsourah and LilyRose slept perfectly the rest of the night and Mary decided to allow them to sleep in late. Joseph supported that decision.