Kendra's Point of View.
"Mom!" I called out on getting to the building I was beginning to call my home, a good person had managed to lay my mom on the bed, "What happened?" I managed to ask in between sobs, and seeing her that was breaking me down.
"I don't know." She answered, her eyes teary, but assuring, her body burned up when I tried to hold her hand.
"You must be having a fever then," I answered quickly, standing up to take a bucket of water and a towel from the bathroom, rushing as quickly as possible.
"Don't bother." She spoke slowly, her voice, wispy, "One of our neighbors had already done that.
"But, you're burning up." I countered as quickly.
"I'll be fine." She weakly replied, raising her hands slowly, she parted and rubbed my hair slowly, "Thought you had a pack party to
