The next morning, Layla woke up weak. Her body was hot and her nose was stuffy. She didn't want to get out of bed, but she had to take care of Milka, even if it was the weekend.
Gathering her strength, Layla got out of bed and went to the living room, where she found Milka playing with a pile of rubber blocks.
—Mommy, you're awake,— cried Milka happily.
—Good morning my princess, you are up very early,— said Layla with a pain in her throat, as if it was burning.
—Yes mom, can we have cakes for breakfast?— asked Milka not noticing her mother's displeasure.
—Oh my child, I'm sorry, but I'm not.... I don't feel well at all,— said Layla with a huge headache.
Every word Layla uttered caused a tear in her throat.
—Oh, Mommy, what's wrong? —asked Milka, reaching over to her and gent
