Vea
The next morning, I woke up early. It was eight in the morning. I felt better compared to yesterday. My body was not hurting so much anymore, and my throat was feeling a lot better. I tried talking to test out if my voice was getting better as well. To my surprise, I was able to talk for a little bit, but my voice was still airy and raspy. Still, it’s better than nothing.
I got up from my bed, and left my room. While I was walking in the hallway, Dad was already on his way to my room.
“Where are you going? I thought you were sick?” He asked.
I gulped to lubricate my throat, “I… feel a… little bit… better…”
“That’s good! I thought you were still feeling really sick. Do you want to eat?”
I shook my head because I didn’t have any appetite. I just went downstairs to breathe some f
