Chapter 19 Garry's IdeaTara Pov:
I felt something wet on my forehead. I touch it without opening my eyes. I took that thing and looked at it. It s a wet cloth. I tried to wake up but I feel like I am burning in an Owen.
"Why did you take the cloth?" Grandma said and entered my room. She makes me lie on the bed and checked the temperature.
"Oh, dear. Your fever is not at all going down" Grandma said while placing the wet cloth back to my forehead.
I smile at her weakly. She kissed my head lovingly. "What time is it grandma?" I said to her in a weak voice.
"It s twenty past one, almost lunchtime. I will bring you porridge to eat" she said
"Grandma, Please I hate Porridge," I said with a pout
"Then you should not get sick like this. Try to get well soon so that you don t need to eat po
