“Third Person’s POV”
“Are you doing alright, aunt Sheila?” Mireya ran towards Sheila who was busily puking into her toilet.
Even though Sheila wished to reply, she couldn’t. She continued vomiting.
“Shall I bring you a glass of water? My mommy says it will help you stop vomiting,” Mireya shared her knowledge. Though there were honest worry in Mireya’s voice, Sheila couldn’t reply.
With the desire of helping Sheila, Mireya ran out of the room towards the kitchen to get a glass of water. When she returned to the toilet while holding a glass in her hand, her legs trembled to see Sheila lying on the floor unconscious.
Mireya’s little heart was beating faster. Her breathing was rapid and her hands turned sweaty. She had no clue what to do next. Tears started to roll out of her eyes as she
