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It’s Wednesday but we’re not expected to go to school since our country’s celebrating Its five hundred years of independence.
Which means mom and dad didn’t attend work. Fae's still bed ridden and she's been whining about it. Something about how the medicines aren't working and that she won't die from a cold but of boredom. Now the thing is, even If I wanted to help her, her mother's rather strict when it comes to her children getting sick. Whenever Fae or her brother Mike catches a fever or anything in general, it's straight to bed with f
