Diana's POV:
"Is Mama going to be okay?" I heard Emily's sweet voice ask from outside.
"Yes, honey. She just has a small cold and she wouldn't like to pass it to you." Sandra replied.
"Can we at least see her?" Michael asked. "I brought her some flowers."
"I'll make her some soup!"
"The last time you tried to help in the kitchen, it was horrible."
"Not now Mike, this is about Mama. We can fight later."
I got out of bed, the blankets wrapped around my body. I walked to the door and opened it. They all turned to me.
"Mama!" The twins said, running into my arms.
"My darlings," I hugged them tightly, pulling them into the blanket sanctuary. "I'm so sorry I had you worried."
"It's fine, we're more worried about you," Michael said. He pulled away, showing me the bouquet of wildflower
