“Mommy’s finally better.” Patric cried as he came running over. I wasn’t perfect but I felt a lot better. I wasn’t cold all the time. I didn’t feel hot. I mean the freaking nausea is gone and I don’t spin when standing. I still had a little sniffles but that disappeared the moment I stepped out of my room. I asked a maid to open the windows in my room for a bit. Thought maybe due to being in there a lot it was like that. It had been 2 days.
“that I am sweet pea.” I told him happily. I sat down with him as he finished up his picture he was drawing. He was all alone in the kitchen which surprised me.
“They all went out to play. I didn’t want to.” He said when I looked around.
“Why not?” I asked concerned. He looked at me and smile.
“Because my mommy was sick. Now she all better.” He smil
