Abigail
At four am Abigail was woken up by the sound of a small knock on her door. She turned on the bedside lamp and saw Jerrod standing in the doorway. His hair was sticking straight up and he was flushed. “What’s wrong, baby?” Jerrod sniffled and cried, “I don’t feel good, mommy.” Abigail didn’t like the look on his face and hurried to get out of bed. Before she got to him, she heard him retch and knew it was too late. Abigail thought, It’s going to be a great morning! as she stepped over a pile of puke and helped her son into the bathroom.
Jerrod was sick for most of the day but by some miracle Alissa was not affected by the same illness. Abigail spent the day tending to Jerrod while her parents kept Alissa busy. Around two in the afternoon, Jerrod’s fever broke and shortly a
