Half-way to Psychic Endeavour

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As we waited for our order in the pizza shop, a mother with her child walked in.

The child was inquisitive, and wanted his mother to buy him a colourful ball from a vending machine.

I shifted my attention to the little boy, and could not help but look at him beyond his human enclosure as to know more information about him.

The child’s tender behaviour charmed and amused the whole establishment – all eyes were on him.

In a way, his whole spectacle, reflected something as though it gave me an answer.

I forthwith tried to remember something.

I knew, yet I was not conscious yet.

I thought of that boy from childhood named José Carlos.

Before I could explore any further, the mother called her son by his name, Carlos.

I became conscious of that which I searched. Hearing his name was like obtaining relief after craving for something to fall on my head.

Thereafter, I pulled my consciousness away from him and addressed my companions.

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