Then another one…it was her sister’s child, and she took the child up, and the child fell for a moment. She picked it up; it wasn’t injured, just a little scratched. But it was this lovely boy. And then she realized her sister said, “Give me back the child” and “the child’s face turned into that of a cherub, from the little infant into the actual face of a cherub and smiled at me. Then I said, ‘I cannot give this back, it is mine’” and with that she held it knowing the child was really hers. Now that is an adumbration…all these are foreshadowings.727 ¶12