Melissa was washing dishes one evening when she heard a small voice behind her.
"Mummy, I don't feel so good," Pearl said, her voice weak.
Melissa turned immediately, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of Pearl’s pale face and fidgeting body. She rushed to Pearl, dropping the plate she was washing.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Melissa asked, crouching to Pearl’s level and scanning her face.
"I don’t know, Mummy. I just feel... strange," Pearl murmured, clutching Melissa's arm for support.
Melissa’s heart clenched as her motherly instincts kicked in, scooping Pearl into her arms. "It’s okay, my love. I’m here. Where does it hurt?"
Pearl shook her head, confused. "It doesn’t hurt... but everything is spinning around me so fast."
Melissa’s brow furrowed as she pressed the back of her hand
